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In the red JulyWhen we bit the dust on ProvidenceAll tangled in our not-so-common senseI heard you sayYou'd never sleep again'Til the bed was madeYou lied, you lied, you lied, you lied Dancing around with all the ghosts in empty homesYou sang and you sounded like you knew it was your ownRang out a shot in the dark, some things are best to let fall apartAnd you knew, oh, how you knewIn the red JulyWhen we bit the dust on ProvidenceOh, tangle me up, tangle me upAnd on the last hurrahWe'd better make it hurt'Cause our time is spent We lied, we lied, we lied, we liedDancing around with all the ghosts in empty homesYou sang and you sounded like you knew it was your ownRang out a shot in the dark, some things are best to let fall apartAnd you knew, oh, how you knew From Letras Mania