Twilight is gathering over the city
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Everything is ahead, I gave odds this night
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The streets are filled with neon
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Nuclear mushroom to the sky, the club will become a testing ground
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Verse 1:
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Explosion time, consider yourself in Nebraska
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I'm the king of this party, divide and conquer
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The world is divided into predators and victims
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And money is tight in my pockets like a fucked up budget
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I'm on the bypass stage endorphin drug
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Gathering for their own and none usually in the choir
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We smoke while standing, the smoke creeps low-low
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From under my black jordon with a whistle of sparks
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Here stand on the frame like sheets of morale
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You know the name Billy is always on the scales guarantor
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Release everything that you hid in yourself in the bins secretly
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Open the clique.
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Chorus:
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Twilight is gathering over the city
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Everything is ahead, I gave odds this night
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The streets are filled with neon
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Nuclear mushroom to the sky, the club will become a testing ground
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Explosion time, pop the booze
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Dancing, fucking, loot.
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Uncork the booze, uncork the booze
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Uncork booze, dancing, fucking, loot,
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Put your speakers to the maximum so that everyone is torn apart.
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Uncork the booze, uncork the booze.
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Verse 2:
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Twilight is gathering over the city
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Scenes all over the country are waiting for us, soon we will be there
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Searchlights catch my silhouette
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Everyone is trying to copy Billy, but there is no power
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We are wanking, which means the heat is waiting
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Everest has long been under us, the ice is melting in the mountains
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There will be a storm, against everyone alone, so what
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With us, even a calm night will turn into a boil
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Jump up we fly beyond the universe
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No fucking sadness every day on fun
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But always collected and angry, balaclavas are like SOBR
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When our cru is on the ground, the guards look both ways
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But we go all-in, success cannot be imagined without risk
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We feel like scuba divers in sparkling
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Release everything that you hid in yourself in the bins secretly
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Open the clique.
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Chorus:
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Twilight is gathering over the city.
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Everything ahead, I gave odds this night.
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The streets are filled with neon.
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Nuclear mushroom to the sky, the club will become a testing ground.
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Explosion time, uncork the booze.
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Dancing, fucking, loot.
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Uncork the booze, uncork the booze.
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Uncork booze, dancing, fucking, loot.
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Put your speakers to the maximum so that everyone is torn apart.
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Uncork the booze, uncork the booze. |