?And it starts
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sometime around midnight,
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Or at least that¡¯s when you lose yourself
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for a minute or two.
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As you stand
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under the bar lights.
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And the band plays some song
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about forgetting yourself for a while.
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And the piano¡¯s this melancholy soundtrack
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to her smile
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And that white dress she¡¯s wearing
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you haven¡¯t seen her for a while.
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to mooonn6pence from shootingstar
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But you know
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that she¡¯s watching.
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She¡¯s laughing, she¡¯s turning,
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She¡¯s holding her tonic like a cross.
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The room¡¯s suddenly spinning.
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She walks up and asks how you are.
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So you can smell her perfume,
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You can see her lying naked in your arms.
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And so there¡¯s a change
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in your emotions.
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And all these memories come rushing
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like feral waves to your mind.
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Of the curl of your bodies,
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like two perfect circles entwined.
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And you feel hopeless and homeless
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and lost in the haze of the wine.
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Then she leaves
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with someone you don¡¯t know,
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But she makes sure you saw her;
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She looks right at you and bolts.
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As she walks out the door,
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your blood boiling, your stomach in ropes.
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Oh and when your friends say,
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¡°What is it? You look like you¡¯ve seen a ghost.¡±
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Then you walk
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under the streetlights,
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And you¡¯re too drunk to notice
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that everyone is staring at you.
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You just don¡¯t care what you look like,
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the world is falling around you.
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You just have to see her.
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You just have to see her.
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You just have to see her.
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You just have to see her.
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You just have to see her.
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You know that she¡¯ll break you in two.
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Sometime Around Midnight
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The Airborne Toxic Event |