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:::: IN THE STREET, IN THE NIGHT ::::

The party is over
everyone went home
but there's a light still shining
In the street,
In the night,
In your arms

You're all covered in confetti
and I can tell you're drunk
but no one's complaining

In the street,
In the night,
In your arms

We're dancing, with no music
but you're singing, in my ear
to the gun shots ringing

In the street,
In the night,
In your arms

In the street,
In the night,
In your arms

© 2008 Imaginary Troubadour Music