Paroles Cynthia: A Mistress... A Textbook Tragedy

Artiste: A Textbook Tragedy
Chanson: Cynthia: A Mistress...

Cynthia
Why are you always screaming?
Tell your lies
Nobody believes you
Think this through
Are you sure you want this?
Are you sure you want to end on a violent note?
I know I do
Just sit still
I got a girl
She's out of this world
Yea she's electric
With disco curls
So bring your close friends
And party down
We've got a nice place
Come drink a round
Sour? Saint? Sour!
Cynthia
Come closer
I've always been a sucker for those vicious eyes
Now dim the house lights
And settle in for the show
The fourth floor looks just like a theatre
Now we're ready to go
see the angel with the cut wings
Lying on the pavement
Bleeding from the landing
Choking on her own teeth

(Thanks to Nathan for these lyrics)
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