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PANIC! AT THE DISCO - THAT GREEN GENTLEMAN

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Things are shaping up to be pretty odd
Little deaths in musical beds
So it seems I'm someone I've never met

You will only hear these elegant crimes
Fall on your ears from criminal dimes
They spill unfound from a pretty mouth

And everybody gets there, everybody gets there
And everybody gets their way
I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her
Well, I'm the only one to blame

Things have changed for me
But that's ok. I'm still the same
I'm on my way, and I say...
Things have changed for me
But that's ok...

I wanna go where everyone goes
I wanna know what everyone knows
I wanna go where everyone feels the same

I never said I'd leave the city
I never said I'd leave this town
A falling down we won't tip-toe about

Amazing pixel art from  rattie-cookie

Thanks  TFLove for getting me this gift! :D