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Panic! at the Disco - The Calendar
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They said, "If you don't let it out,
You're gonna let it eat you away."
Well, I'd rather be a cannibal, baby.
Animals like me don't talk anyway.
Feel like an ambulance chaser of faith.
Pray I could replace her,
Forget the way her tears taste.
Oh, the way her tears taste!
Put another 'x' on the calendar.
Summer's on its deathbed.
There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends.
And I meant everything I said that night.
I will come back to life,
But only for you.
Only for you.
The world may call it a second chance,
But when I came back, it was more of a relapse.
Anticipation's on the other line,
And obsession called while you were out.
Yeah, it called while you were out.
Put another 'x' on the calendar.
Summer's on its deathbed.
There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it e编辑于2009/10/05更新