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When it begins |
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Sound rushes in |
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And drowns out everything |
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Sideways in bed |
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You cover your ears |
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The roar is deafening |
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When it won't quit |
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You stagger up |
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And into the hall |
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But out there it's louder |
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It's somebody's party |
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You start to yell: |
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"Hey, buddy, hey! Hey, buddy, please, |
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Would you quiet down? You're killing me |
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It's 2 AM, I'm trying to sleep!" |
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But the sound keeps going |
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'Til the walls are shaking |
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And no-one answers |
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Though you keep running around and banging the doors |
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And it seems strange |
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There's no-one home |
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You start to wonder |
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"Who's making that noise if I'm up here all alone?" |
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Then the pitch hits and you stop caring |
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'Cause what was piercing |
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Is now controlled |
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And there's no 'who' and no 'why' |
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And there's no conflict |
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You breathe it out, you let it go |
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You start to sing |
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And when you sing, the sound is gone |
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And when you sing, the lights come on |
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And then the doors all open wide |
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And then the whole hall staggers out and sings along |
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You rub your eyes |
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They come closer |
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It's a party. |
