Texty

Nobody wants to hear a sad song So I just grit my teeth and sing along There's a choir of the coldest hearts echoing the halls So give a little more gas to burn And we can fast-cut now to the curtain call Melancholy Kaleidoscope, it's high time You shake things up and get the picture in your head right Melancholy Kaleidoscope, it's alright Can't be one hundred if you're only giving ninety-five I want to hear another fast song Something to tune out all these bad thoughts Light a fire in the coldest hearts, filling up the halls That's another lit match to burn And we can fast-cut now to the curtain call (We now return to our regularly scheduled program) Melancholy Kaleidoscope, it's high time You shake things up and get the picture in your head right Melancholy Kaleidoscope, it's alright Can't be one hundred if you're only giving ninety-five So would you please stand by Are we out of time Maybe I'll feel better Give me forty-five Staring at the ceiling Choking back my feelings Can't be one hundred if you're only giving ninety-five Melancholy Kaleidoscope, it's high time You shake things up and get the picture in your head right Melancholy Kaleidoscope, it's alright Can't be one hundred (No!) Can't be one hundred if you're only giving ninety-five If you're only giving ninety-five Only giving ninety-five
Writer(s): Philip Joseph Gornell, Alexander William Gaskarth, Zachary Joseph Cervini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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