Letra de The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know - Panic! At The Disco
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I wont cut my beard and I wont change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair.
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I�d put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course.
She�s the smoke, she�s dancing fancy pirouettes
Swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette
She�s steam, laughing on the windowpanes
The never-ending swaying haze
Oh, that ever smiling maze
Oh, that ever smiling maze,
Ballet.
Everything�s gone missing, I�ve lost more songs to floods
I can�t prove this makes any sense but I sure hope that it does
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Perhaps, I was born with curiosity
The likes of those of old crows
The likes of those of old crows
And oh, how the piano knows
The piano knows something I don�t know.
I wont cut my beard and I wont change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair.
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I�d put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course
Of course, of course, of course
Of course, of course, of course
Of course.
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair.
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I�d put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course.
She�s the smoke, she�s dancing fancy pirouettes
Swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette
She�s steam, laughing on the windowpanes
The never-ending swaying haze
Oh, that ever smiling maze
Oh, that ever smiling maze,
Ballet.
Everything�s gone missing, I�ve lost more songs to floods
I can�t prove this makes any sense but I sure hope that it does
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-piano-knows-something-i-don-t-know-panic--at-the-disco.php
Perhaps, I was born with curiosity
The likes of those of old crows
The likes of those of old crows
And oh, how the piano knows
The piano knows something I don�t know.
I wont cut my beard and I wont change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair.
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I�d put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course
Of course, of course, of course
Of course, of course, of course
Of course.