Lyrics We're Talking About Practice - Chiodos
Turn
off
the
lights,
and
turn
me
on
She
is
a
dead
ringer,
for
all
of
these
dead
singers
Advocate
the
devil
in
me
Run
it
dry,
until
I'm
ready
to
go
It's
a
frenzy,
it's
a
feeding.
Rags
to
riches
Entertaining
I'm
still
searching
in
my
sheets
for
you
I'm
gonna
get
you
too.
I'm
still
looking.
As
I
sing
out
for
you.
You're
surrounded.
Hiding
in
those
pretty
people
I
got
hungry,
so
I
ate
the
hand
after
I
ate
everything
it
had
been
feeding
me
I'm
so
over
the
top,
of
her
dead
body
I'm
so
perfect,
I
know
I
wanna
make
you
practice
You
all
look
the
same,
catch
me
spitting
on
your
image
It's
a
frenzy,
it's
a
feeding
Rags
to
riches.
Entertaining
I'm
still
searching
in
my
sheets
for
you
I'm
gonna
get
you
too
I'm
still
looking
As
I
sing
out
for
you
You're
surrounded
Hiding
in
those
pretty
people
I
can
take
you.
I
can
make
you
perfect.
Just
the
way
I
want
you
to
be.
On
the
screen
for
all
the
world
to
see
I'm
never
gonna
let
you
go
I'm
never
gonna
let
you
go
I'm
still
searching
in
my
sheets
for
you
I'm
gonna
get
you
too
I'm
still
looking
As
I
sing
out
for
you
You're
surrounded
Hiding
in
those
pretty
people
1 U.G. Introduction
2 We're Talking About Practice
3 Ole Fishlips Is Dead Now
4 Why The Munsters Matter
5 3 AM
6 Sunny Days & Hand Grenades
7 Duct Tape
8 Behvis Bullock
9 Looking For A Tornado
10 Expensive Conversations In Cheap Motels
11 I'm Awkward & Unusual
12 Under Your Halo
13 I Am Everything That's Normal
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