| The turn of the day
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| When all music fools come out to play
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| Until the drunk turn of night
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| So many stories to hear
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| So many cheeks to greet
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| And beautiful faces unseen
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| So many stories to hear
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| So many cheeks to greet
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| And beautiful faces unseen
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| What they were building? |
| No one could say
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| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| Ha!
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| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| Ha!
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| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| Ha!
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| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| Ha!
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| At the turn of the night
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| We all wonder and chuckle in the lights
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| Until every floor is sought through
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| Such crazy behaviors
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| Such noise in our ears
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| Let’s all change gears
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| Such crazy behaviors
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| Such noise in our ears
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| Let’s all change gears
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| If we you really need to express something
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| But I don’t know what it is I want to express…
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| Or how to express it?
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| Ah! |
| Ah! |
| Ah!
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| Ah! |
| Ah! |
| Ah!
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| Ah! |
| Ah! |
| Ah!
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| Ah! |
| Ah! |
| Ah!
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| Before this night ends
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| I will mingle and find you
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| Until your hand is in my hand
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| So much sweat and laughter
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| So much for electric beats
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| And spark when you come so sweet
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| So much sweat and laughter
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| So much for electric beats
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| And spark when you come so sweet
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| Thank you for a lovely evening
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| Good night, it’s been charming
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| At the turn of the day
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| When words become syllables
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| Will you remember our dance?
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| I ask myself that question all the time
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| At the turn of the day
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| When words become syllables
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| Will you remember our dance?
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| Ah! |
| You remember that?
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| Something I should never forget |