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Panic At The Disco

you're all under the gun (Panic!: meet the press) It's time for us to take a chance It's time for us to take a chance (Panic!: meet the press)

The I.V. and your hospital bed This was no accident This was a therapeutic chain of events This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor This

of intimacy Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie She's getting a job at the firm

I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere My hair, my hair If I could build my house just like

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd Little deaths in musical beds So it seems I'm someone I've never met You will only hear these elegant crimes

You know you should take It a day at a time Prescribed pills To offset the shakes To offset the pills You know you should take It a day at a time

She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for A lonely speaker

I feel the salty waves come in I feel them crash against my skin And I smile as I respire Because I know they'll never win There's a haze above my TV

I've been feeling lonesome I'm down, don't know what to do I let you lie to me Plant seeds inside To see them grow Only to leave them to die I learned