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Panic At The Disco Pretty. Odd. Mad As Rabbits Come save me from walking off a windowsill Or I'll sleep in the rain Don't you remember when I was a bird And you were a map? And now he drags down miles in America Briefcase in hand The stove is creeping up his spine again Can't get enough trash He took the days for pageant Became as mad as rabbits With bushels of bad habits And who could ask for anymore? Yeah who could have more? His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree Preached the devil in the belfry He checked in to learn his clothes had been thieved at the train station The rope hung his other branch And at the end was a dog called Bambi Who was chewing on his parliaments When he tried to save the calendar business He tried to save the calender business He took the days for pageant Became as mad as rabbits With bushels of bad habits Who could ask for anymore? Who could have more? The poor son of a humble chimney sweep Fell to a cheap crowd So stay asleep and put on that cursive type You know we live in a toy You know that Paul Cates bought himself a trumpet from the salvation army But there ain't no sunshine in his song We must reinvent love Reinvent love, reinvent love He took the days for pageant Became as mad as rabbits With bushels of bad habits Who could ask for anymore? Yeah who could have more We must reinvent love Reinvent love, reinvent love |
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