She paints her fingers with a close precision
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He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
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And takes a moment to assess the sins she's paid for
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A lonely speaker in a conversation
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Her words were swimming through his ears again
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There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
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Say what you mean
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Tell me I'm right
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And let the sun rain down on me
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Give me a sign
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I want to believe
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Woah, Mona Lisa,
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You're guaranteed to run this town
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Woah, Mona Lisa,
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I'd pay to see you frown
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He senses something, call it desperation
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Another dollar, another day
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And if she had the proper words to say,
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She would tell him
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But she'd have nothing left to sell him
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Say what you mean
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Tell me I'm right
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And let the sun rain down on me
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Give me a sign
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I want to believe
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Woah, Mona Lisa,
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You're guaranteed to run this town
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Woah, Mona Lisa,
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I'd pay to see you frown
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Mona Lisa wear me out
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Pleased to please ya
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Mona Lisa wear me out
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Say what you mean
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Tell me I'm right
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And let the sun rain down on me
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Give me a sign
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I want to believe
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Woah, Mona Lisa,
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You're guaranteed to run this town
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Woah, Mona Lisa,
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I'd pay to see you frown
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Say what you mean
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Tell me I'm right
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And let the sun rain down on me
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Give me a sign
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I want to believe
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There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
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The Ballad Of Mona Lisa
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| Panic! At The Disco |
