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Would you be open to a night of total chaos |
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Would you raise your eyebrows like a hazy senator/boss |
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And make it your home with an array of decorative faults |
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Or say you're over negatives and loss |
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But the day will die, and the night is young at heart |
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To cross this water, to save your livestock |
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To marry weather with a sensual discourse |
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Take aim at the target kinder clones |
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The day will die, and the night is young at heart |
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Say that I was the only one to be sober |
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In a room with the jinx and an idolized lie |
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And say that your energy was made in a vacuum |
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With a spiraling fortune screwing your high |
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And say that we're made for each other, you'll fathom |
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How dark it can get and how wrong you really are |
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The night is young at heart |
