Watching everybody leaving,
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I tell myself, "Looks can be deceiving."
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Oh, I'm hoping that I'm not dead right
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This after hours, afterlife
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I'm not ready to die in style tonight.
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Tried to follow you out,
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But I did not know where you'd be leading on,
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And you might think people don't live through being dead wrong.
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Well I guess that your parents must have raised a themselves a strictly pious daughter,
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'Cause you move through this crowd
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Just like parting water.
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Oh you dress so nice
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You dress to kill
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They drop like flies
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But who's the funeral for?
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Afterwhile these hot, hot nights can turn everything sour
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Oh, I know it's not hard to get in trouble after hours.
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After Hours
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| Phantom Planet |
