Panic! At The Disco - Let's Kill Tonight
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
brew
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
brew
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
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