| Well it might not be so important to you now
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| When the night is young and everyone’s around
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| And the music flows
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| Through your doped up Disney mind
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| But you’ll be crying like a baby when it comes
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| And you will try it anyway you can
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| To find a place to run, 'cos it ain’t no fun
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| In party town, when loneliness comes crashing down
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| And you’ll be hurting in a way you can’t explain
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| And all those pretty things you love will look so vain
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| 'Cos the laughing crowd is such a hopeless sound
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| When loneliness comes crashing down
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| And you might not thing about
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| Just what happens now as your guests collect their coats
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| In an empty house full of ashtray doubts
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| Your formless future floats
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| So the bad and beautiful still remain
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| With their depleted bounty of bad cocaine, we love the house
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| But we can’t quite place the name
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| And it might not be important to you now
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| When the night is young and you are loose and loud
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| 'Cos there ain’t no sound in party town
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| Quite like loneliness crashing down |