Forever P!atd lyrics, Panic at the Disco lyrics

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brendon urie lead vocals/guitar/piano
ryan ross guitar/vocals
spencer smith drums
jon walker bass/vocals

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Watch your mouth, your speech is slurred enough that you might swallow your tongue.
I'm sure you'd want to give up the ghost with just a little more poise than that.
Or was it god who chokes in these situations?
Running late? No, no, he called in.
Problem: The hospice is a relaxing weekend getaway,
where you are a cut above every sick patient.
Where you're on first name basis with all the top physicians.
Solution: Prescribed pills to offset the shakes..
to offset the pills you should take..um..
take it a day at a time (fix a vice with a vice.)
That's when you stutter something profound to the support on the line.
And with the way you've been talking every word gets you a step closer to hell.
A pessimist? No I just can't help it.
To say what everyone else is thinking..(let me state the obvious again).

I am alone in this bed, house and head.
She never fixes this but at least she makes me forget.

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