Lletres: Paramore. Fences.

I'm sitting in a room
Made up of only big white walls and indoor halls
There's people looking through
The window though they know exactly what we're here for

Don't look up
Just let them think
There's no place else
You'd rather be

You're always on display
For everyone to watch and learn from
Don't you know by now
You can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying
Just living proof that the camera's lying
And open wide, 'cause this is your night
So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style
You'll go out in style

If you let me I could
I'd show you how to build your fences
Set restrictions, separate from the world
Because the ground that you hate to fight
Just blame the limelight

Don't look up
Just let them think
There's no place else
You'd rather be

And now you can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying
Just living proof that the camera's lying
And open wide, 'cause this is your night
So smile.

Yeah, yeah you're asking for it
With every breath that you breathe in
Just breathe it in
Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess
You do all this, big talk, yeah..
So now let's see you walk it
I said let's see you walk it

Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess
You do all this, big talk, yeah
So now let's see you walk it
I said let's see you walk it

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying
Just living proof that the camera's lying
And oh oh open wide, yeah oh oh open wide
Yeah, oh oh open wide
'Cause you'll go out in style
You'll go out in style