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Panic At The Disco Vices Virtues

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

If I retreat, words, wars and symphonies Make room we're takin' over here You're the galantine, cold and alone, it suits you well Won't find me perching

us 'Cause you didn't come and speak to me or put my heart at ease And I believe that half the time I am a wolf among the sheep, gnawing at the wool over

I said that night I will come back to life But only for you, only for you Asleep in the hive I guess all the buzzing got to me The rest of the life At

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 as my nom

: 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

: I'm just setting, I'm just setting a trap And I'm not pulling, no I'm not pulling for you, you're just pulling at me I'm not a betting man but this

: Met on a tuesday and it felt like fate, called your phone, spoke for hours, dared to breathe the word soulmate when our eyes met across the bar i never

on all of this When your chips are down, and your drinks are all gone I'll still be here, wishing and waiting for you to come on Kaleidoscope eyes, sparkle at