It's a drunken midnight on the streets,
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brightly dusted with a neon light.
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We duck behind the corner store,
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smoke your smokes while I keep
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a watchful eye.
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Right here, right now.
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I hope before the night is through
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one fumbled touch will finally hit the spot.
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You've got everything going for you,
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so I'll go for you with everything I got.
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Right here, the best days of our lives.
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Is this coincidence or a sign?
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Is there anything I missed?
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Is there anything I missed?
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Tell me if I'm wrong,
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but why would we change a thing?
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When the morning light fights through the cracks
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cascading across the bed, and you are mine.
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When your parents start to wake for work,
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between the sheets, I'll keep a watchful eye.
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Right here, the best days of our lives.
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Is this coincidence or a sign?
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When we met I was on my back.
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I swear we spent most afternoons
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somewhere in the act.
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We were part of something ours,
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and ours alone.
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Anywhere was home.
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We're almost here again.
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We're almost here again.
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We're almost here again.
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Right here, right now.
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After The Last Midtown Show
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| The Academy Is... |
