The ballad Of Mona lisa

she paints her fingers with a close precision

He Starts To Notice Empty Bottles Of Ginand takes a moment to assess the sin she’s paid for

a lonely speaker in a conversation

Her Words Are Swimming Through His Ears AgainThere’s Nothing Wrong With Just A Taste Of What You Paid For

say what you meantell me i’m right

and let the sun rain down on me

give me a signi want to believe

he senses something, call it desperation

another dollar, another dayand if she had the proper words to say, she would tell himbut she’d have nothing left to sell him

mona lisawear me out

i’m pleased to please ya

whoa, mona lisayou’re guaranteed to run this townwhoa, mona lisa

i’d pay to see you frown

Let’s KiLL tonight

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Are you worth your weight i n g o l d ?

‘Cause you’re behind my eyelids when I’m all alone. Hey stranger, I want ya to catch me like a cold. You and God both got the guns. And when you shoot, I think I’d duck. I led the revolution in my bedroom, and I set all the zippers free. We said, “No more war! No more clothes! Give me peace! Oh, kiss me!”H e y h e y , w e a r e a

hurricane.Drop our anchors in a

storm. Hey, they will never be the same. A fire in a flask to keep us warm. ‘Cause they know, and I know, that they don’t look or sound like me!

Oh I’d confess, I’d confess. I n a r o o m

where I’m blessed. But he didn’t come and speak to me, or put my heart at ease. And I believe that, half the time,I am a wolf among the sheep gnawing at the wool over my eyes.

MEMORIES

he was the congregation’s vagrantwith an unrequited lovew h e n y o u r p a s s i o n ’ s e x a l t a t i o n , then finding refuge is

not enough

oh memories, where’d you go you were All i’ve ever Knownhow I miss yesterday and how I let it fade away

when the money lost momentumand the bills were piling high then the smile had finally faded from the apple of their eye they were young and independent and they thought they had it planned should’ve known right from the start, you can’t predict the end

When July Became DecemBerTheir Affection Fought The ColdBut They Couldn’t Quite Remember What Inspired Them To GoAnd it wAs

beAutifully depressinglike a streetcar named desire. They were fighting for their love that had started growing tired

She was the Youngest of the Family

and the last to be let go when they decided they would try and make it on their own

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whentheworldgetstooheavy,putitonmyback

I'llbeyourlevy

youaretakingmeapartlikebadglueonagetwellcard..

butitwasalwaysyoufallingforme

nowthere'salwaystimecallingforme

Iamthelightblinkingattheendoftheroad

blinkbacktoletmeknow

I'maflythat'strappedinaweb

butI'mthinkingthatmyspider'sdead

oh,lonelylittlelife

IcouldkidmyselfinthinkingthatI'mfine..

I'mskinandbone

justacaneandarustythrone

oh,thecastle'sundersiege

butthesignoutsidesays"leavemealone!"

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t h e y s a i d , “ i f y o u d o n ’ t l e t i t o u t , y o u ’ r e g o n n a l e t i t e a t y o u t h e CA L e n DA R

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Rosa Indica Sertulata

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I Was Fine, Just A Guy Living On My Own. Waiting For The Sky To Fall. Then You Called C Changed It All, Doll. Velvet Lips C The Eyes To Pull Me In.

We Both Know You’d Already Win. Oh, Your Original Sin. You Fooled Me Once With Your Eyes, Now, Honey. You Fooled

Me Twice With Your Lies, C I Say.. ..Sarah Smiles Like Sarah Doesn’t Care. She Lives In Her

World, So Unaware. Does She Know That My Destiny Lies With

Her? Sarah, Oh,

Sarah. Are You Saving Me? Waking Up To A Kiss C You’re On Your Way. I’d Really Hoped That You Would Stay But You Left C Went Your Own Way,

Babe. I Don’t Mind, Take Your Time I Got Things To Do Besides Sit-Around-C-Wait-For-You. Oh, C I Hope You Do

Too. C It’s Killing Me Inside! Consuming All My Time You’ve Left Me Blind! C When

I Think I’m Right, You Strip Away My Pride You Cast It

All Aside, But I Say..

SMILESSARAH

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SaRah SMIlES lIkE dOESn’t caRE

SaRah

NEARLY

WITCHES(Ever Since We Met...)

• • •m y w i n g t i p s w a l t z a c r o s s n a i v e w o o d f l o o r s . t h e y c r e a k i n n o c e n t l y d o w n t h e s t a i r s . d r a g m e l o d y. m y p e r c u s s i v e f e e t s e r v e c o b w e b h e a d a c h e s . a s a m a t c h i n g s e t o f m a r c h i n g c l o c k s . t h e s l u m b e r i n g a p p a r i t i o n s t h a t t h e y ’ v e c o m e t o w a k e u p . h e r e I a m , c o m p o s i n g a b u r l e s q u e o u t o f w h e r e t h e y r e s t t h e i r n e c k s . s u n k e n i n t h e i r s p l i n t e r e d c r a d l e s a n d r a m s h a c k l e h e a d s . t h e y a s k e d f o r i t . a s a g i r l , y o u h a v e s e t y o u r h e a r t o n h a u n t i n g m e f o r e v e r

f r o m t h e s t a r t . i t ’ s n e v e r s i l e n t . e v e r s i n c e w e m e t , I o n l y s h o o t u p w i t h y o u r p e r f u m e . i t ’ s t h e o n l y t h i n g t h a t m a k e s m e f e e l a s g o o d a s y o u d o . e v e r s i n c e w e m e t , I ’ v e g o t j u s t o n e r e g r e t t o l i v e t h r o u g h . a n d I r e g r e t n e v e r l e t t i n g y o u k n o w t h a t t h a t o n e r e g r e t i s y o u . h o w d o e s a h e a r t l o o k i f n o o n e h a s n o t i c e d i t s p r e s e n c e ? a n d w h e r e d o e s i t g o ? t r e m b l i n g h a n d s p l a y m y h e a r t l i k e a d r u m . b u t t h e b e a t ’ s g o t t e n l o s t i n t h e s h o w• • •

FIG. 4

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Rosa Indica

PanIC! aT THE DISCo THankS: Zack and Carol Hall (luuuv you), Shane and Regan for their endless encouragement, John “Feldy” Feldmann for both musical and spiritual contributions, Pete, Rob “Babay!” Mathes, Butch Walker and Jake Sinclair (the Ambiguously Great Duo), J.D., Scott, Bob and everyone at Crush, Sam and Dave, everyone at Decaydance, Fueled By Ramen and Atlantic Records, Dallon and the Weekes family, Ian and the Crawford family, Shane and Vicki, The Plasticines, Jack and Rachel and the Antonoffs, Nate Ruess, Steve MacDonald and family, the Espinosa family, the Cohen family, Ryan Gottshall and Spencer Hoad, Ryan Ross, Jon Walker, and the most passionate people in the world: our fans. Special thank you to Northern Downpour.

BrEnDon THankS: My ever-growing family for their endless love and support, Spencer Smith for being my best friend and setting a sharp example, Sarah Elizabeth Orzechowski for being an inspiration and smiling when I felt I could not, the Orzechowski family, the Smith family, Bogart and Penny.

SPEnCEr THankS: My Mom & Dad for always encouraging me to follow my dreams, Crystal & Jackie for your endless love and support, Haley for making me a better me, and never leaving me lonely, Boba, Milo & all the rest of my wonderful friends.

Produced by Butch Walker & John Feldmann except produced by Butch Walker

Panic! at the Disco is BrenDon Urie & sPencer smith

Programmed & recorded by Butch Walker at Ruby Red Studios & John Feldmann at Foxy Studios Engineered by Jake SinclairAdditional engineering by John Feldmann, Brandon Paddock, Erik Ron, Fred Archembaunt & Matt AppletonMixed by Claudius Mittendorfer at Atomic Heart Studios except “The Ballad Of Mona Lisa” mixed by Rich Costey at Eldorado Recording Studios

Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, New York, NY

Strings arranged & conducted by Rob MathesRecorded by Jonathan Allen at Abbey Road Studios, London, UKAssisted by Lewis JonesStudio Manager: Colette BarberEdited by Joe Napolitano at Capitol Recording Studios, Hollywood, CAStrings contracted by Isobel GriffithsStrings Leader: Thomas BowesAdditional guitars & background vocals by Butch WalkerVocals on “Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met…)” by Plasticines & the West Los Angeles Children’s ChoirTrumpet & Accordion on “Sarah Smiles” by Mike Bolger

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“Ready To Go (Get Me Out Of My Mind)” & “Let’s Kill Tonight”Written by Panic! At The Disco. Published by Listen To This Shhhh/EMI Music Publishing (ASCAP)

“Always”, “The Calendar”, “Hurricane” & “Trade Mistakes” Written by Panic! At The Disco & John Feldmann. Published by Listen To This Shhhh/EMI Music Publishing (ASCAP)//EMI April Music Inc., o/b/o itself and Vegan Boy Music (ASCAP)//Sony/ATV Songs LLC / The Lawns Not Gonna Mow Itself Publishing (BMI)

“Memories” & “Sarah Smiles” Written by Panic! At The Disco & John Feldmann. Published by Listen To This Shhhh/EMI Music Publishing//EMI April Music Inc., o/b/o itself and Vegan Boy Music (ASCAP)

“The Ballad Of Mona Lisa” Written by Panic! At The Disco, Butch Walker & John Feldmann. Published by Listen To This Shhhh/EMI Music Publishing (ASCAP)//I Eat Publishing For Breakfast/EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP)//EMI April Music Inc., o/b/o itself and Vegan Boy Music (ASCAP)

“Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met…)” Written by Panic! At The Disco, John Feldmann & Ryan Ross. Published by Listen To This Shhhh/EMI Music Publishing//EMI April Music Inc., o/b/o itself and Vegan Boy Music (ASCAP)//2010 Dangerous Blues Music/EMI (ASCAP)

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