| City lights and evening
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| and the heat wave stand still.
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| My little peace of heaven is
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| your smile that could kill.
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| Your dancing on the table
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| in your cruel burnin' blues.
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| Daddy’s little angel sells her soul
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| and wants to lose.
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| Rhythm, overdrive, wild boys.
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| Keep the dream alive.
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| Oh, god won’t bless this night.
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| I know.
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| He won’t make shine
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| or brake your mother’s heart.
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| Velvet night is overloaded
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| loving free and easy,
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| embracing the poor hearts apart.
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| The promise of the dripping heat
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| is by the morning
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| until the night
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| that may never come.
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| Velvet night and city lights are
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| like an open door.
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| Unlike that good looking,
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| your spoken for.
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| You’re dancing on the table
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| embracing the heat.
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| Do you feel like you want to feel,
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| do you know what you need.
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| Rhythm, overdrive, wild boys
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| to keep the dream alive.
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| Oh, god won’t bless this night.
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| I know.
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| He won’t make shine
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| or brake your mother’s heart.
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| Velvet night is overloaded
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| loving free and easy,
|
| embracing the poor hearts apart.
|
| The promise of the dripping heat
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| is broken by the morning
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| until the night
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| that may never come.
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| Velvet night is overloaded
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| loving free and easy,
|
| embracing the poor hearts apart.
|
| The promise of the dripping heat
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| is broken by the morning
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| until the night
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| that may never come. |