| Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons
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| The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal
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| A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing
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| And a pulse conducted by our dying lines
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| You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain
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| Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate
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| Baby, i swear to god tonight i am sober
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| It’s the reception between us that’s failing
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| Everything’s coming out all frenzied and confused
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| She’s got what it takes to make collapsing a habit
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| And a dance out of a tantrum fit (it's tragic but i am sobering up)
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| Pick up the phone
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| Tonight i feel like the hero of a rusting war
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| My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck
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| No use translating the trembles
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| They’re symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation
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| If i come back home, i am bringing back the bends
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| So give me a kiss. |
| let me taste the reptilian appeal
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| Say it again baby. |
| does it turn you on? |
| does it get you hot?
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| I get a little hysterical sometimes
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| The panic you shouldn’t have been so sentimental
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| All that kicking and screaming
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| Everything i touch starts peeling
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| We malfunction like machines
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| Get up off the floor and answer the phone
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| I want to be a big star
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| Didn’t want to touch so hard
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| Open the door
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| I am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words
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| You’re the reason for collisions
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| I am face down like a sailor washed up under your window
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| Tonight is a shipwreck
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| Navigating through disorder
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| Now every electric star hums like a telecaster
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| How punk rock is that?
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| You’re so oblivious
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| Baby, you’re my oblivion |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Punch-Drunk Punk Rock Romance , by - Every Time I Die. Song from the album Last Night In Town, in the genre Хардкор