| You’re just like a lens for all of it
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| You can make sense of all those lights
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| You can move street to doorway
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| Sucking on the air of all those nights
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| Feel the drums and the bass as they tear down the walls
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| Hear the screams of the crowd as they take to the floor
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| See the role of the dice as he loses it all
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| Who could dream of anything more?
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| When the city breathes, you just can’t leave
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| It’s got you deep beneath it’s skin
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| When the city calls, the downbeat stalls
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| You don’t care who or where you’ve been
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| All the pretty things
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| The drunken scenes
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| The I.D. |
| teens
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| The drama queens
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| The should’ve beens
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| The ways and means
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| It’s everything you thought it would be.
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| Crashing through a wall of drum beats
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| Pushing back the dawn with all of your might
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| Winding up the crowd from your seat
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| Nothing you can do to kill this night
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| Feel the drums and the bass as they tear down the walls
|
| Hear the screams of the crowd as they take to the floor
|
| See the role of the dice as he loses it all
|
| Who could dream of anything more?
|
| When the city breathes, you just can’t leave
|
| It’s got you deep beneath it’s skin
|
| When the city calls, the downbeat stalls
|
| You don’t care who or where you’ve been
|
| All the pretty things
|
| The drunken scenes
|
| The I.D. |
| teens
|
| The drama queens
|
| The should’ve beens
|
| The ways and means
|
| It’s everything you thought it would be |