| I’ll know this like me
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| It’s night and I’ve been feeling you
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| I see your face and I can hardly still
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| The beating of my heart
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| I think we’ve fallen apart
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| A couple whiskeys at the speak easy
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| Donnie make that trumpet breathe
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| Midnight when I leave the lab
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| My lady would like a martini please
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| Rosie Lipstick on the glass
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| Zip her dress up in the back
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| Uptown on a rainy friday
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| Light a square, throw out the match
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| The city lights bright
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| Hale a cab up on the corner
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| Full moon in effect tonight
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| I feel like somethings in the air
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| I swear the city ghosts are real
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| Hop out the cab and hit the club that plays the music I’m tryna to hear,
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| like yeah
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| The mood is dim, dank and wavy
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| And Baby Face Grimm may hit the mic if you get him faded
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| Yo conductor, play my song, I sing and watch my lady dance
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| Pearls glowing bright inside this night, fly free, ain’t got no plans
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| Pale moonlight in a red dress
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| Got my eyes wide, I’m your head rest
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| Talk with made men, handle business
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| 'Til the sun comes cause were in this
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| She a witness to the life style that I never I knew I’d be a part of
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| Roll with the winners in the summer and the winter and she been down from the
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| startup
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| Jewels brilliantine
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| Stardom and majesty
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| Like a king to riches
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| Pursue the brilliant skin that’s me
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| 'Cause I can’t scream out loud
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| I’m a treasure quiet like Chicago crowds
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| I know about this hidden gem that we could hit
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| They never close, it’s dimly lit
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| The drinks are strong, the music chill
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| Vibe is right it’s off the strip, 'cause
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| 'Cause I’m just tryin' to ride your wave, keep soaring
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| So baby could you sing your song to me until the morning
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| Don’t let the song and follow my rhythm
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| All good intentions, love your vibe
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| Cry like an angel, don’t have an angle
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| Got my attention, you one of a kind
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| Your delicate, elegant, soulful, intelligent melody stuck in my head
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| Your music’ll never stop playin' inside of me, not even after I’m dead
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| Pale moonlight in a red dress
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| Got my eyes wide, I’m your head rest
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| Talk with made men, handle business
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| 'Til the sun comes cause we in this
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| I’ll know this like me
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| I’ll know this like me |