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The girl in the corner spits directions at the masses.
But with our ears turned down, our thoughts were blastin' blasting.
I got an invitation to a big old get together.
If I feel like I should go is all dependent on the weather.

Now I feel dizzy, my heads not straight, I should have ate.
This town is looking like a city.
The lights are screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming.

The chairs were all set in asymetric shapes.
The punch was warm, the door was locked, and the moon was running late.
And if the pork sleeps late, and there's nowhere else to stay,
The Kids will ride their dreams to sleep until another day.