Owl CityBeautiful Mystery

When I'm dressed to the nines, I'm just a shirt and tie With a taste for prestige, and beautiful mystery. But, clever girls dressed to kill are pretty bittersweet, And better-suited for grief than beautiful mystery. Oh, beautiful mystery. Fly by, feather. This time, I'm not ready to die. But I lose myself. (Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!) Now or never. Stand back, 'cause I'm ready to fly. But I lose myself. (Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!) She enjoys it the most, with flowers in her hair. Dressin' up like a ghost for beautiful mystery. So I kiss her goodnight, and stumble from the room. Mighty high on mystique, and beautiful mystery. Oh, beautiful mystery. Fly by, feather. This time, I'm not ready to die. But I lose myself. (Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!) Now or never. Stand back, 'cause I'm ready to fly. But I lose myself. (Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!) Oh, oh, I'm falling for you! Fly by, feather. This time, I'm not ready to die! But I lose myself. (Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!) Now or never. Stand back, 'cause I'm ready to fly. But I lose myself. (Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!) Fly by, feather. This time, I'm not ready to die. But I lose myself. (Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!) Now or never. Stand back, 'cause I'm ready to fly. But I lose myself. (Oh, oh, I'm falling for you!)
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