That Green Gentleman de Panic At The Disco

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd.
Little deaths in musical beds.
So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met.
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You will only hear these elegant crimes,
Fall on your ears from criminal dimes.
They spill unfound from a pretty mouth.
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everybody gets there and everybody gets their way.
I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her,
Now I’m the only one to blame.
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Things have changed for me, and that’s okay.
I feel the same, I’m on my way, and I say.
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I want to go where everyone goes,
I want to know what everyone knows
I want to go where everyone feels the same
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I never said I’d leave the city,
I never said I’d leave this town.
A falling out we won’t tiptoe about