| A rumble of thunder, I’m suddenly under your spell
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| No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well
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| The darkened deliver, I shake and I shiver down your soul
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| You know what to cover, I think for another it’s a story told
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| So get a good hold, yeah
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| Regiment fooled you, you thought that you knew who you are
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| A simple equation, that’s the relation, but that’s gone too far
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| A time of suspicion, a special condition that we all know
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| So let it all go!
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| Turn up the night!
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| Turn up the night!
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| Turn up the night, it feels so right!
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| Nighttitme sorrow, taken like a pain
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| Black will not become a white, it’s all the same
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| Evil lurks in twilight, dances in the dark
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| Makes you need the movement, like a fire needs a spark to burn!
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| A rumble of thunder, I’m suddenly under your spell
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| No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well
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| The darkened deliver, I shake and I shiver down your soul
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| So get a good hold, yeah
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| Turn up the night!
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| Turn up the night!
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| Turn up the night, it feels so right!
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| Turn up the night!
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| Turn up the night!
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| If it feels right
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| turn off the light!
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| Turn up the night! |