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And I hate these things but I always attend

And I hate these things but I always attend,
a little sip of something to take off the edge.
And I make my way through the ghosts in the room,
trying to crack a smile.

And who you supposed to be?
You look like heaven tonight
And me I’m a tomb, a corpse in a suit,
trying to look a little alive.
Are you alright?

I worry sometimes,
are you dressed up to take my life?
Keep it coming, keep it coming.

And I think I saw you for the flash of a moment,
Your broken heart and the body that holds it
I lost your scent in the flash of the party.
The big bright lights, baby, constantly haunt me.
I’ve never been right, have you ever been lied to?
I think I just saw the same scars upon you.
But is this a disguise? A masquerade for me?
Keep it coming, keep it coming.