Panic! at the disco-guess the song

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Well this calls for a toast so, pour the champagne

Confessing their apostasies led away by imperfect impostors

She said you're just like Mike Love but you wanna be Brian Wilson, Brian Wilson she said you're just like Mike Love but you'll never be Brian Wilson

Well I never really thought that you'd come tonight while the crown hangs heavy on either side

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

I missed your skin when you were east you clicked your heels and wished for me

People have told me, I don't look the same, maybe I lost weight I'm playing hooky

May your feet serve you well and the rest be sent to hell where they always have belonged cold hearts brew colder songs

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My touch is black and poisonous, and nothing like my punch-drunk kiss I know you need it, do you feel it, drink the water, drink the wine

It's better to burn than to fade away It's better to leave than to be replaced I'm losing to you, baby, I'm no match

I want to go where everyone goes, I want to know what everyone knows, I want to go where everyone feels the same.

Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret. Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name

You'll dance to anything! You'll dance to anything!

Pickin’ up things we shouldn’t read It looks like the end of history as we know It’s just the end of the world

You're such a pretty thing to be running from anyone a vision with nowhere to go