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