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MTV Rocks: Pop Punk vs. The World
Disc 1
01. Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)
02. All the Small Things
03. Welcome to the Black Parade
04. Sugar, We're Goin Down
05. Last Resort
06. Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous
07. Smooth Criminal
08. Butterfly
09. Heaven Is a Halfpipe
10. Fat Lip
11. Girl All the Bad Guys Want
12. The Bad Touch
13. Stacy's Mom
14. Blurry
15. Buck Rogers
16. No One Knows
17. Black Hole Sun
18. Nothing
Disc 2
01. Bring Me to Life
02. The Impression That I Get
03. In Too Deep
04. Buddy Holly
05. She Hates Me
06. Celebrity Skin
07. Party Hard
08. The Kill (Bury Me)
09. My Friends Over You
10. Flavor of the Weak
11. Bodies
12. Letters to You
13. There Is
14. When Your Heart Stops Beating
15. The Boys of Summer
16. All My Best Friends Are Metalheads
17. Ocean Avenue
18. Check Yes, Juliet
Disc 3
01. This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race
02. Burn Baby Burn
03. The Kids Aren't Alright
04. The Rock Show
05. My Own Worst Enemy
06. Kryptonite
07. Freak on a Leash
08. Underdog
09. Remedy
10. Face Down
11. Everything's Magic
12. The Reason
13. Outside
14. The Artist in the Ambulance
15. This Could Be Anywhere in the World
16. Feel Good Drag
17. 99 Red Balloons
18. My Own Summer (Shove It)
Throw your dollar bills, and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend, I won't defend you anymore, you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear

If you want me, hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here

If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"