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    I can only hope it's true enough
    That every little thing I do for love
    Redeems me from the moments I've deemed worthy
    Of the worst things that I've done
    And saves me from myself in 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

    Lately, it seems like
    Everybody's sick, everybody's dying (everybody's dying)
    Build myself a wall of unhappy highs
    And only my heart knows my head is lying, lying

    Oh, glory
    I think I see you 'round the bend
    And I think I'd try any
    Poison to 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 threaded memories
    That constitutes your dreams

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    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 dying
    Build myself a wall of unhappy highs
    And only my heart knows my head is lying, lying

    Oh, glory
    I think I see you 'round the bend
    And I think I'd try any
    Poison to get there in the end
    Oh, glory

    Oh, glory
    I think I see you 'round the bend
    And I think I'd try any
    Poison to get there in the end

    Oh, glory
    I think I see you 'round the bend
    And I think I'd try any
    Poison to get there in the end

    Lately, it seems like
    Everybody's sick, everybody's dying (everybody's dying)
    Build myself a wall of unhappy highs
    And only my heart knows my head is lying, lying

    Oh, glory
    I think I see you 'round the bend
    And I think I'd try any
    Poison to get there in the end

    Oh, glory
    I think I see you 'round the bend
    And I think I'd try any
    Poison to get there in the end
    Oh, glory
    Oh, glory
    Oh, glory

    Song details

    Composition: John William Feldmann, Pete Wentz, Spencer Smith, and Brendon Urie

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