Just a dime store poet, keeping pace, talking his face blue.
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Two dollar store tramps, to get a glance, a new chance at you.
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Walk passed the dance floor.
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It's always been a dear friend of mine.
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Cut calls and concubines.
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Dancing in four four time.
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"Hey Mr.", The bellman says, "I can only recall this nice hotel I said."
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So he replies, "Then how do you manage?"
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I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage.
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In love, I've been a mercenary, but I never leave my post when the cash runs out.
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I want to make you quiver.
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Make your back bone shiver.
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Hey kid, take the stage and deliver.
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"Hey Mr," The bellman says, "I can only recall this nice hotel I said."
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So he replies, "Then how do you manage?"
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I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage.
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How does it feel to stand on the very stones that ran with your parent's blood?
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Do you feel sad? Full of rage? Or does that outfit help bury your feelings?
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I see your true self.
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You're truly an extraordinary Specimen, I look forward to breaking you.
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I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage
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"Hey Mr," The bellman says, "I can only recall this nice hotel I said."
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So he replies, "Then how do you manage?"
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I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage.
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Hey Mr, The bellman says, "I can only recall this nice hotel I said."
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So he replies, "Then how do you manage?"
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I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage.
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Mercenary
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| Panic! At The Disco |
