its hard to see when its dark outsidewaiting for the moon to shine on a dark night.waiting for that call alone in his room.for a call.
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so turn it up, turn it up, turn it up in hereturn it up so everyone can hearmusic loud keeping us alive"I dont care, f**k it," he cries.
No call, no luck he goes to bedsad in his mind, alone in his headbut he has to hold back his fearsthe best he can along with the tears.
Tomorrow night me at home alone.But then, there goes his phone.Party here I comeTurn up the music the partys begun.
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