This is gospel for the vagabonds Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards

This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories

Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart

When gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven’t seen the best of us yet

  If you love me let me go
‘Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart

Panic! At The Disco

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