Pace is picking up
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Tempo changing slowly gradually hardly noticeable
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One beat per minute becomes two and two makes four
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Now where is that door
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To reality check me out and in and out of this motel rooms
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It's unbelievable is this retrievable
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I think I better leave
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Pretty nights flashing photo lights
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I feel all right as long as smiles are shining bright
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What a game what a night
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I feel all right I said
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Pretty nights pretty nights but got nothing to say
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Who touched the volume knob
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Has it always been this loud
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Allowed it to go from one
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Does this one go to eleven
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I think I better leave
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Nothing is silent except the thoughts in my head
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And all those words have been said
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Feels unbelievable are they retrievable
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Because all I do is scream to overpower this noise
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Pretty nights flashing photo lights
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I feel all right as long as smiles are shining bright
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What a game what a night
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I feel all right I said
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Pretty nights pretty nights but got nothing to say
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Pace is picking up tempo changing the common normal
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Normalized us and paralyzed us and left us with a sadness
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And now it's hovering in the air in between our eyes
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I know we can find our way around
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Around if we can only find the time
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Time we don't have but that has been given
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Pretty nights flashing photo lights
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I feel all right as long as smiles are shining bright
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What a game what a night
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I feel all right I said
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Pretty nights pretty nights but got nothing to say
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Pretty Nights
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| Blindside |
