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I can speak on behalf of the band. I can say this is one of the most fun times I’ve had on this band playing live so…

Yes sir

-Thank you guys so much for being here and making it err a very special night. With all these cameras here, nobody will-will forget this anytime soon so er-

We’re panic at the disco, and this is gonna be our last song and it’s a ❤️ song *partially aggressive tambourine* and I wanna see a lotta ❤️ in the crowd, I wanna see some 🤗, some 💋, and ya know✌️and great things like that and we hope to see you very soon and err well, have a happy Saturday night this song’s called mad as 🐰.

*tambourine stops*

*instrumental introduction*

*tambourine begins again this time there’s a more noticeable aggression from Brendon whilst playing. However, he stops playing the tambourine as suddenly a burning desire to see if a tambourine would make a good hat overwhelms him and he decides to put it on his head. It turns out that it isn’t as good as being a hat as he initially thought takes it off his head and continues playing as if that whole scenario didn’t just happen. *

Come save me *proceeds to slap tambourine on his magnificent forehead* from walking off a window sill Or I’ll sleep in the rain Don’t you remember when I was a bird And you were a map

And now he drags down miles in America Briefcase in hand The stove is creeping up his spine again Can’t get enough traaash

He took the days for pageant Became as mad as rabbits With bushels of bad habits And who could ask for anymore? Yeah, who could have more?

Come on Chicago!!

His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree Preached the devil in the belfry He checked in to learn his clothes had been thieved At the train station.

He took the days for pageant And became as mad as rabbits With bushels of bad habits Who could ask for anymore? Who could have moreeeeee I love you so much!!!! *shouts something also*

*instumental*

There you go.

The poor son of a humble chimney sweep fell to a cheap crowd So stay asleep and put on that cursive type You know we live in a toy

WHOO- You know that Paul Cates Bought himself a trumpet from the Salvation Army But there ain’t no sunshine in his song

We must

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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REINVENT LOVE

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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