| Under strobe lights
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| Flashing after midnight
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| I’ve never been this high
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| Tell me, have you?
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| Under strobe lights
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| Raving till the sunrise
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| We ain’t saying goodbye
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| So this is our tune
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| We heard them DJs saying
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| This one ain’t for the radio
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| This one’s just for the raving souls
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| Lads want ladies to take them home
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| This one ain’t for the radio
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| This one’s just for the raving souls
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| Two stepping till they lose control
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| Look, I wanna rave like firestarters
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| I wanna rave in the finest pradas
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| Find your partners
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| No sayanoras
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| Til it all kicks off and there’s sirens after
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| I wanna rave in kickers and wallabees
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| Kick off with wannabes
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| Raving in trainers that we can’t afford
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| Get lick up and listen to Prodigy
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| Honestly, promise me
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| That we rave like that
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| Til DJs tell us that we need to go home
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| Versace blue jeans
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| Ralphy polos
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| Gucci loafers
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| Pose in photos
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| I wanna rave like that till the sun comes up
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| But the night don’t end
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| Then that tune comes on and that thing kicks in
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| You’re with your best friends there
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| Under strobe lights
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| Flashing after midnight
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| I’ve never been this high
|
| Tell me, have you?
|
| Under strobe lights
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| Raving til the sunrise
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| We ain’t saying goodbye
|
| So this is our tune
|
| We heard them DJs saying
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| This one ain’t for the radio
|
| This one’s just for the raving souls
|
| Lads want ladies to take them home
|
| So this one ain’t for the radio
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| This one’s just for the raving souls
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| Two stepping till they lose control
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| This one ain’t for the radio
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| This one’s just for the raving souls
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| Lads want ladies to take them home
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| So this one ain’t for the radio
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| This one’s just for the raving souls
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| Two stepping till they lose control
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| I wanna rave like it’s '99 or '95 in Air Max 95
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| And treat midweek days like Friday nights
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| So we call in sick to our 9 to 5
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| I wanna, I wanna rave like my father did
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| Dance all night, no arguments
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| Trust me, only take half of this
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| I said, trust me, only take half of this, alright?
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| Never stand about, we’re all dancers
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| Brandy stains on your mama’s carpets
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| Moschino shirts and Versace glasses
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| There’s laughter, lighters, lagers afters
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| I wanna rave like that till the sun comes up
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| But the night don’t end
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| Then that tune comes on and that thing kicks in
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| You’re with your best friends there
|
| This one ain’t for the radio
|
| This one’s just for the raving souls
|
| Lads want ladies to take them home
|
| So this one ain’t for the radio
|
| This one’s just for the raving souls
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| Two stepping till they lose control
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| This one ain’t for the radio
|
| This one’s just for the raving souls
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| Lads want ladies to take them home
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| So this one ain’t for the radio
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| This one’s just for the raving souls
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| Two stepping till they lose control
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| This one ain’t for the radio
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| This one ain’t for the radio
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| This one ain’t for the radio |