It's a drunken midnight on the streets
Brightly dusted with a neon light
We duck behind the corner store
Smoke your smokes while I keep a watchful eye.
Right here, right now..
I hope before the night is through
One fumbled touch will finally hit the spot
You've got everything going for you
So I'll go for you with everything I've got.
Right here, the best days of our lives
Is this coincidence or a sign?
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