Panic! At the Disco - The Calendar Lyrics
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The Calendar
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What Are The Lyrics For The Calendar By Panic! At the Disco?
(But only for you)
(Only for you) You said if you don't let it out You're gonna let it eat you away I'd rather be a cannibal, baby Animals like me don't talk anyway Feel like an ambulance Chase her away 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 it's 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 Don't wanna call it a second chance But when I came back, it was more of a relapse Anticipation's on the other line An obsession called while you were out Yeah, it called while you were out Put another 'x' on the calendar Summer's on it's 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 I'll sleep in the hive I guess all the buzzing got to me While I'm still alive At night your body is a symphony And I'm conducting you You 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 it's 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) |
Who Wrote The Calendar By Panic! At the Disco?
Brendon Urie, John Feldmann, Peter Wentz, Spencer Smith
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What's The Duration Of The The Calendar By Panic! At the Disco?The duration of The Calendar is 4:43 minutes and seconds. |
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