If I retreat
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Words, wars, and symphonies
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Make room we're taking over here
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You're the gallanting
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Cold and alone, it suits you well
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Won't find me perching here again
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May your feet serve you well
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And the rest be sent to Hell
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Where they always have belonged
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Cold hearts grew colder songs
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They will play us out
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With a song of pure romance
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Stomp your feet and clap your hands
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Let's kill tonight!
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Kill tonight!
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Show them all you're not the ordinary type
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Let's kill tonight!
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Kill tonight!
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Show them all you're not the ordinary type
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Let's kill tonight!
|
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May your feet serve you well
|
And the rest be sent to Hell
|
Where they always have belonged
|
Cold hearts grew colder songs
|
They will play us out
|
With a song of pure romance
|
Stomp your feet and clap your hands
|
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Let's kill tonight!
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Kill tonight!
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Show them all you're not the ordinary type
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Let's kill tonight!
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Kill tonight!
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Show them all you're not the ordinary type
|
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Let's kill tonight!
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Kill tonight!
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Show them all you're not the ordinary type
|
Let's kill tonight!
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Show them all you're not the ordinary type
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Let's kill tonight!
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Let's Kill Tonight
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| Panic! At The Disco |
