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Panic! at the disco

Panic! At The Disco: Es un grupo de pop rock, formados en las Vegas, Nevada, Estados Unidos en el año 2004. Fueron influencia de las bandas musicales de los 60'  tales como los Beatles, The Zombie y The Beach Boy.

Integrantes:Brendon Urie: voz, guitarra, piano, bajo, teclado - Spencer Smith: batería, percusión - Dallon Weekes: bajo, sintetizador, coros

Espero que les guste este grupo. atte :p

NINE IN THE AFTERNOON

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

Picking up things we shouldn't read,
It looks like the end of history as we know,
It's just the end of the world.

Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as love, you could, you can

Into a place where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon
And we know that it could be
And we know that it should
And you know that you feel it too

‘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

When it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could ‘cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good

Back to the street, down to our feet
Losing the feeling of feeling unique
Do you know what I mean?
Back to the place where we used to say,
"Man it feels good to feel this way"
Now I know what I mean

Back to the street, back to the place
Back to the room where it all began
Back to the room where it all began

‘Cause it's nine in the afternoon
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

When it's nine in the afternoon
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

When it's nine in the afternoon
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
When it's nine in the afternoon

THE BALLAD OF MONA LISA

She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin
She's paid for

A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words are spinning through his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun reign down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe

Woah, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frown

He senses something, call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say,
She would tell him
But she'd have nothing left to sell him

Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun reign down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe

Woah, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frown

Mona Lisa, yeah

Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun reign down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe