Tekster: Panic At The Disco. Vices And Virtues. Oh Glory (Demo).

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I can only hope it's true enough
That every little thing I do for love
Redeems me from the moments I deem worthy of the worst things that I've done
And saves me from myself in times of envy when I'm missing everyone

If I wake in the morning
I only need two more miracles to be a saint
Everything I promised, everyone I'd be
Well I just ain't

Lately it seems like
Everybody's sick, everybody's tired
Build myself a wall of unhappy hearts
And only my heart knows my head is lying, lying

Oh glory
I think I see you round the bend
And I think I'd try any
Pose and get there in the end
Oh glory

When I'm looking past the silken sheets
Take a breath to notice I'm between
Every little piece of thread and memories
That constitutes your dreams

If I wake in the morning
I only need two more miracles to be a saint
Everything I promised, everyone I'd be
Well I just ain't

Lately it seems like
Everybody's sick, everybody's tired
Build myself a wall of unhappy hearts
And only my heart knows my head is lying, lying

Oh glory
I think I see you round the bend
And I think I'd try any
Pose and get there in the end
Oh glory

Lately it seems like
Everybody's sick, everybody's tired
Build myself a wall of unhappy hearts
And only my heart knows my head is lying, lying

Oh glory
I think I see you round the bend
And I think I'd try any
Pose and get there in the end

Oh glory, oh glory, oh glory