in that technicolour kind of black and white type, counting one, two... seven through the roof if my lady only knew how high i am,
i crack open the safe myself, nine, fourty-five, twenty-two, june until september, three months 'til december
i doubt i'll be seeing you around. "i'll be seeing you around."
'cause i ain't working for you anymore, no, i ain't working for you anymore, so go prove to the world what you that you just couldn't do on your own.
let's have a talk about the good times but you were always giving in let's have a talk about the good times boy, you were only giving in
i doubt i'll be seeing you around. "i'll be seeing you around." i doubt i'll be seeing you around. "i'll be seeing you around."
let's have a talk about the good times but you were always giving in let's have a talk about the good times boy, you were only giving in to...
i doubt i'll be seeing you around. "i'll be seeing you around." i doubt i'll be seeing you around. "i'll be seeing you around." i doubt i'll be seeing you around. "i'll be seeing you around." i doubt i'll be seeing you around. "i'll be seeing you around." More from Taking Back Sunday