Songs of the PANIC AT-THE-DISCO

Nails For Breakfast – Panic! At The Disco

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is slurred enough that you just might swallow your tounge, im sure you want, want to give up the ghost with just a little more poise then that, or

I Write Sins Not Tragedies – Panic! At The Disco

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As I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor, And I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words, What a beautiful wedding, What a beautiful wedding, Says

Camisado – Panic! At The Disco

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This was no accident. This was a therapeutic chain of events.) This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor. This is the scent of quarantine wings

Build God, Then We’ll Talk – Panic! At The Disco

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On the on the corner of 4th and Freemont Street. Appealing, only because they are just that un-appealing. Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering. The rooms have

Lying is the Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Tak – Panic! At The Disco

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Am I who you think about in bed When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding off your dress Then think of what you

I Constantly Thank God For Esteban – Panic! At The Disco

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Forgive our sins (and those who’ve sinned against us.) Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues, Selling faux sermons. Because I am a new wave gospel sharp, And you’ll

Tacks For Snacks (Demo Version) – Panic! At The Disco

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Your speech is slurred enough That you might swallow your tongue You wanna give up the ghost with a little more poise than that Or was it God who

But It’s Better When We Do – Panic! At The Disco

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To be forgetting you in a cabaret. Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen, May even ask my name. As she sheds her skin on stage, I’m seated and sweating