Texty: Panic At The Disco. Vices And Virtues. I Wanna Be Free.

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Is there a heart inside the night
I can feel its vital signs
The beat goes dry, and the spirit dies
Ohhhhh

I wanna dig this Tinseltown 'til its six feet underground
It's safe to say, that timing is everything (everything)

I wanna be free, I wanna be loved, I wanna be more than you're thinking of
Everything seems to be estranged when you're alone

Played our parts and covered ground
Drowned our sorrows laid em' down
My memory is keeping the effigy

I wanna be free, I wanna be loved, I wanna be more than you're thinking of
Everything seems to be estranged when you're alone

One day I'll stop keeping track and give myself time to react
One day, one day

I wanna be free, I wanna be loved, I wanna be more than you're thinking of
Everything seems to be estranged when you're alone
Wanna be free, wanna be loved, wanna be more than you're thinking of
Everything seems to be estranged when you're alone
Ohhhhh yeah!