Texty: Panic At The Disco. Otras Canciones. Oh Glory.

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I can hope it?s true enough
That every little things I do for love
Redeems me from the moments I deem
Worthy of the worst things that I?ve done
It saves me from myself at 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 (ain't, ain't, ain't)

Lately it seems like,
Everybody's sick, everybody's died (everybody's died)
Built myself a wall up on happy highs
Know in my heart that 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 constitute 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 died (everybody's died)
Built myself a wall up on happy highs
Know in my heart that 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( x 3)

Lately it seems like,
Everybody's sick, everybody's died (everybody's died)
Built myself a wall up on happy highs
Know in my heart that 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(x 2)
Oh Glory( x3)

(Thanks to Amanda for these corrections)