The people party
The night goes on
Friends pass out in basement rooms
Those ******* in the garden
Stop by to say hello
The moon wanes
As I watch my girlfriend from afar
People glide and I stare
The spilt sticky floors
Can't stop them
Cold vicious air
They won't feel the change
Tarred up lungs
It goes on and on
It won’t stop
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
The people party
The night goes on
Friends pass out in basement rooms
Those ******* in the garden
Stop by to say hello
The moon wanes
As I watch my girlfriend from afar
People glide and I stare
The spilt sticky floors
Can't stop them
Cold vicious air
They won't feel the change
Tarred up lungs
It goes on and on
It won’t stop
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