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If I retreat, words, wars, and symphonies
Make room we′re taking over here
You're the galantine, cold and alone, it suits you well
Won′t find me perching here again
May your feet serve you well and the rest be sent to hell
Where they always have belonged, cold hearts grew colder songs
Fate will play us out with a song of pure romance
Stomp your feet and clap your hands
Let's kill tonight, kill tonight
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Let′s kill tonight, kill tonight
Show them all you′re not the ordinary type
Let's kill tonight
May your feet serve you well and the rest be sent to hell
Where they always have belonged, cold hearts grew colder songs
Fate will play us out with a song of pure romance
So stomp your feet and clap your hands
Let′s kill tonight, kill tonight
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Let′s kill tonight, kill tonight
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Let′s kill tonight, kill tonight
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's kill tonight, kill tonight
Show them all you′re not the ordinary type
Let′s kill tonight
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
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Writer(s): Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
