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she brings this liberation that I just can't define
Behind that rock
Written at 3:23 AM on Monday, March 31, 2008

Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
Yeah we're feeling so good

Doing the things that we shouldn't do
Into a place where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon

'Cause it's nine in the afternoon
And your eyes are the size of the moon
You could, 'cause you can, so you do
We're feeling so good, just the way that we do

-Panic at the Disco