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Pace is picking up |
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Tempo changing slowly gradually hardly noticeable |
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One beat per minute becomes two and two makes four |
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Now where is that door |
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To reality check me out and in and out of this motel rooms |
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It's unbelievable is this retrievable |
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I think I better leave |
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Pretty nights flashing photo lights |
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I feel all right as long as smiles are shining bright |
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What a game what a night |
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I feel all right |
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I said Pretty nights pretty nights but got nothing to say |
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Who touched the volume knob |
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Has it always been this loud |
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Allowed it to go from one |
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Does this one go to eleven |
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I think I better leave |
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Nothing is silent except the thoughts in my head |
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And all those words have been said |
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Feels unbelievable are they retrievable |
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Because all |
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I do is scream to overpower this noise |
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Pretty nights flashing photo lights |
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I feel all right as long as smiles are shining bright |
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What a game what a night |
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I feel all right |
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I said Pretty nights pretty nights but got nothing to say |
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Pace is picking up tempo changing the common normal |
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Normalized us and paralyzed us and left us with a sadness |
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And now it's hovering in the air in between our eyes |
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I know we can find our way around |
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Around if we can only find the time |
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Time we don't have but that has been given |
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Pretty nights flashing photo lights |
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I feel all right as long as smiles are shining bright |
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What a game what a night |
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I feel all right |
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I said Pretty nights pretty nights but got nothing to say |
