The Format Dear boy Lyrics:
You're not made
For this, dear boy
You're not made
For this, dear boy

We watch the stock drop
They say we're just
high in octane
I want to exchange
Hits for a testament
And this will be
My sacrifice
Up in the clouds
pick up the tab
Put me down
Now gently, just drop me
Cause this not a gallery
She takes me seriously
What a joke, she would know
If she wasn't too scared
To pick up the
phone and call me

You're not made
For this, dear boy
You're not made
For this, dear boy

The crime fits
The punishment
And an ice cold sal
Stabbing demons at dusk
She says well
Whom do you trust?
I don't trust anyone
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Who do you trust
I don't trust nobody
Not even her?
No, not even me
Oh please, you're not

Thank you lightly for decieving
All the people that
believe in me
Somewhere Arthur
Lee is bleeding
Somewhere Arthur
Lee is bleeding
If I came to learn one
thing from this
It's that people
from Long Island
Aren'at as old as they seem
They're older then
they seem to be

I turn my back to the mirror
All you see is my back
It's leaving you somewhere
Lethal to make a red dot
Let's see what you got
Ready or not, here goes
The crime fits the punishment

You're not made
For this, dear boy
You're not made
For this, dear boy

You're not made
For this, dear boy
You're not made
For this, dear boy

You're not made
For this, dear boy
You're not made
For this, dear boy
Lyrics: Dear boy, The Format [end]