Letra de Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met...) - Panic! At The Disco

Here I am,
composing a burlesque,
out of where they rest their heads,
sulking in their splintered cradles.
And ramshakled hands,
They asked for it,
As a boy,
I eat my wishes on golden tooth picks and digested them with
wolf intestines,
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I fell from the heavens,
As a fetish blessed with,
An operatic skeleton,
And as the stars watch me descend,
I cracked a family tree and,
Chopped off all of the branches,
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