It's a story, but that's why i'm here, to tell you story, so picture the scene
Let's begin
The turn of the day
When all music [bad word] out to play
Until the [bad word] turn of night

So many stories to hear,
So many chicks to greet,
And beautiful faces unseen
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What they were building ? No one could say.

At the turn of the night
We all wonder and chuckle in the lights
Until every floor is soaked through

Such crazy behaviors
Such noise in our ears
Lets all change gears
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If we you really need to express something
But I don't know what it is I want to express ...
Or how to express it ?

Before this night ends,
I will mingle and find you
Until your hand is in my hand

So much sweat and laughter
So much for electric beats
And spark when [bad word] so sweet
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Thank you for a lovely invitation
Good night it’s been charming

At the turn of the day
When words [bad word] syllables 
Will you remember our dance?

I ask myself that question all the time

At the turn of the day
When words [bad word] syllables
Will you remember our dance?

Ah ! you remember that ?
Something I should never forget