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It's a story but that's why I'm here |
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To tell you story, so picture the scene |
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Let's begin |
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The turn of the day |
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When all music fools come out to play |
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Until the drunk turn of night |
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So many stories to hear |
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So many chicks to greet |
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And beautiful faces unseen |
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So many stories to hear |
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So many chicks to greet |
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And beautiful faces unseen |
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What they were building? No one could say |
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At the turn of the night |
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We all wonder and chuckle in the lights |
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Until every floor is soaked through |
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Such crazy behaviors |
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Such noise in our ears |
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Let's all change gears |
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Such crazy behaviors |
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Such noise in our ears |
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Let's all change gears |
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If we, you, really need to express something |
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But I don't know what it is I want to express |
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Or how to express it? |
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Before this night ends |
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I will mingle and find you |
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Until your hand is in my hand |
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So much sweat and laughter |
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So much for electric beats |
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And spark when you come so sweet |
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So much sweat and laughter |
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So much for electric beats |
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And spark when you come so sweet |
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Thank you for a lovely invitation |
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Good night it's been charming |
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At the turn of the day |
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When words become syllables |
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Will you remember our dance? |
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I ask myself that question all the time |
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At the turn of the day |
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When words become syllables |
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Will you remember our dance? |
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Ah, you remember that? |
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Something I should never forget |
