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Panic At The Disco

(But only for you)
(Only for you)

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 ends.
And I meant everything I said that night.
I will come back to life,
But only for you.

Only for you.

Asleep in the hive,
I guess all the buzzing got to me.
Well, I’m still alive.
At night your body is a symphony,
And I’m conducting.

They said, "If you don’t let it out,
You’re gonna let it eat you away."

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.
Only for you.
Only for you.

Yeah
(But only for you)
(Only for you)
(Only for you)

(Only for you)