Tác giả: Panic! At The Disco
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1. Placing a smile at the perfect event. Gracing your skin with the side of my hand. If I ever leave I could learn to miss you. But "Sentimental Boy" is my nom de plume. Let me save you, hold this rope. I may.
Tác giả: Panic! At The Disco
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(Only for you. Only for you). 1. It's said if you don't let it out. You're gonna let it eat you away. I'd rather be a cannibal, baby. Animals like me don't talk anyway. Feel like an ambulance. Chaser of faith. Pray I.
Tác giả: Panic! At The Disco
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1. She paints her fingers with a close precision. He starts to notice empty bottles of gin. And takes a moment to assess the sins she's paid for. A lonely speaker in a conversation. Her words were swimming through his.
Tác giả: Panic! At The Disco
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1. I was fine just a guy living on my own. Waiting for the sky to fall. Then you called and changed it all. Doll. Velvet lips and the eyes to pull me in. We both know you'd already win. Mm your original sin. You fooled.
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(Oh oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh oh). 1. You've got these little things. That you've been running from. You either love them or I guess you don't. You're such a pretty thing. To be running from anyone. A vision with nowhere to.
Tác giả: Panic! At The Disco
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1. My wing tips waltz across naive. Wood floors they creak. Innocently down the stairs. Drag melody. My percussive feet serve cobweb headaches as a. Matching set of marching clocks. The slumbering apparitions. That.
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1. He was the congregation's vagrant. With an unrequited love. When your passion's exaltation. Then finding refuge is not enough. She was the youngest of the family. And the last to be let go. When they decided they would.
Tác giả: Panic! At The Disco
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1. If I retreat. Words, wars, and symphonies. Make room we're taking over here. So the gallanting. Cold and alone, it suits you well. You won't find me perching here again. May your feet serve you well. And the rest be.