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She leans her breast against the window Wishing it was a loaded gun She’s growing tired of barely living Where she rarely feels the sun She’s having thoughts of Indiana And going back where she came from This wicked life in California She’s been having too much fun
When the night people come And the night people go It’s a party When the night people come
She knows the way her parents taught her It’s night and day and right and wrong But in this tomb they call the city Well they play a different song And though she struggles to remember And tries keep their vision clear She’s looking back into the sunset As it slowly disappears
The night people come The night people go It’s a party The night people come
She wants to leave She knows she needs to find the things she lacks But every time the darker side just pulls her back
When the night people come And the night people go It’s a party When the night people come
The night people come And they keep on coming The night people go It’s a midnight party The night people come The night people, oh yeah Keep on coming all night long When the night people come The night people |
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