| Livin' my life under a blacklight
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| Out here paying my dues
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| Sometimes I lose it and don’t act right
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| Feelin' forever new
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| Livin' my life under a blacklight
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| Out here paying my dues
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| Sometimes I lose it and don’t act right
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| Feelin' forever new
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| Feelin' forever new
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| Another night, another song
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| Another message, another wrong
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| Another chain too hard to break, I carry on
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| The weekday war is hard, but I love gettin' down til there’s blood in my palms
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| Faith in the wrong, acein' them all
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| Traveling down to get the better set or stake in them all
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| I’mma live fast, steady breakin' the laws
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| Tell em to get a grip and let me chase the applause
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| Nightlight on the tight like the dynamite, got 'em like
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| «Man, these some all time lifers.»
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| We hype bout it the mic right
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| But what can we say to help us to burn brighter
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| Go pro so, so long
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| Pick it up until the dark, like sonar
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| Pen 'em and still I’m on the meal to the bogarts
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| So far we broke off the sonar, they so lost
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| And I’m here for my birth right, counseling
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| One too many in the back of my mind
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| Think too much about my life then I found it
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| To make me want to jump back in the line
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| This one is just another nightlife song
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| Come on home and turn the nightlights on
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| Waitin' for the sun to rise and I’m not nine to five lies all died in the
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| mornin'
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| Fives up for the restart, sunset, countdown, get ready, go
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| Forever new, we can’t reload
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| Sometimes I feel like this in my blood, you know?
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| Some of my earliest memories is
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| Wakin' up once a week
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| And hearin' the party goin' on downstairs
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| Black lights, white lines, high times, red eyes
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| Clean whips, dirty minds, bad girls, new designs
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| Tough city, tougher life
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| Callin' death, soul on ice
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| Chest burnin' but it feel nice
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| Sneakin' not to seek out the night
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| And I’m sorry ma
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| Cause the downtown lights are never off
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| Hypnotized by the evening demons
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| Feel the neon lights are turned on
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| Hear the DJ rotate my song
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| Never thought set would break a dawn
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| Feelin' like modern day out-laws
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| Getting paid well for singing our songs
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| Praise the Lord, thank the stars
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| In tape we trust, rush the music cards
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| Watch us work hard and earn that rent
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| Tryin' to make that boy blow his whole paycheck
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| And I feel at home with the freaks and wierdos
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| In the club surrounded by people
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| Some are scared to say that we’re evil
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| But it’s cool
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| These are the days of the road (traveling at night)
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| Spread my wings as I ease through the door (I reside under this blacklight)
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| Wake up, whole new city, gotta shake up
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| Time takes up
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| Bout ten shows to get the kinks out
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| We bake out then we drink up
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| We go hard to get cake up
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| Caution sign, this tape up
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| Down around about an hour to drive
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| I got a limited time I get it dranked up
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| When I’m fucked up I don’t act right
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| Temptation, I just might
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| Hard to fight when she is the type to be actin' out at those black lights
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| But I’m leaving now, ready tomorrow, twice a year and I’m comin' back
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| Sinister Avenue, lovin' the party
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| Keepin' it low with no strings attached
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| (I'm livin') Livin' every day like my last
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| (I'm livin') All work, no play, no rest
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| (I'm givin') Givin' every little bit a part of me
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| (I'm givin') Last time for me to go and last breath
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| (Yeah) Forever my journey, message suggests
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| 100 dog on top lets rep YEP
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| Livin my life under a blacklight |