Pray For The Wicked Panic at the Disco

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Heaven Knows I'm Born Too Late For the ghosts that I chase.

Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you

Broadway is black like a sing hole, everyone race to the suburbs.

I'm a moon-walker, I'm like MJ up in the clouds I know it sounds awkward I'm filthy as charged, filthy as charged

It's just cherries and Cherries, everything is cherries on top.

We were borderline kids with a book of disorders Medicatin' every day to keep the straightness in order Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone

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Every weekend with your friends Every weekday when it ends

Sorry to get sentimental tonight (That perfume lingers in your hair) It's just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn't have to see again See, the thing is I'm so sorry to say

Mama said Fulfill the prophecy Be something greater Go make a legacy Manifest destiny Back in the days We wanted everything, wanted everything

Are you ready for the sequel? Ain't you ready for the latest? Ain't got enough evil I'm gonna be the greatest In a golden cathedral I'll be praying for the faithless And if you lose, boo-huu

Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore Been waiting for somebody else to carry me There's nothing else there for me at my door All the people I know aren't who they used to be