In the eyes of an awful apartment,
Faith and I have vowed to try.
Read the book, admit to murder.
Made the effort- couldn't cure her.
Now imitation innocence is speaking in defense of me,
A fruitless conversation cause it never says:
(Yeah) "We're taking romance back."
(Yeah) "For fallen comrades!"
Bright eyed, I'm wide awake tonight.
Fever and a faith whore.
A fire on the dance floor.
We're taking romance back, for fallen comrades.
Fever and a faith whore.
A fire on the dance floor.
My darling democrat, my darling democrat.
It's a sign of crusading devotion.
Honestly, inside of me, I predict a revolution of consequence and retribution.
Your social salutation keep demanding all the best of me,
A ruthless separation cause it never says:
(Yeah) "We're taking romance back."
(Yeah) "For fallen comrades!"
Bright eyed, I'm wide awake tonight.
Fever and a faith whore.
A fire on the dance floor.
We're taking romance back, for fallen comrades.
Fever and a fake war.
A fire on the dance floor.
My darling democrat, my darling democrat.
Fever and a faith whore.
A fire on the dance floor.
We're taking homeland back, for fallen comrades.
Fever and a faith whore.
A fire on the dance floor.
My darling democrat, my darling democrat.
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