Round here nothin ever happens We spend our days in a permanent haze Lie back and watch the city crumble Now and then we take a little tumble Down here nothin really matters Night falls in a rush of black Theres always somethin noone can remember The Beat Club just lost another member Gonna start a new craze Wise up love is such a precious thing Gonna start a new craze Who knows what tomorrows gonna bring Mix me up another fine potion Its all I ask Im tellin you true Well let our tears sink into the ocean Then watch the skies turn pink and blue Were gonna fly straight into the eye of the storm Dont need anythin to keep us warm See the lights go flashin by all over town Each and every one to guide us down It feels good to be high all the lights in the sky are on fire Dont care what you do let the beat come on through Take you higher Its so cool to be there lift your hands in the air Keep on flyin We dont need anyone keep your eyes on the sun I aint lyin J. Camilleri N. Smith J. Black Mushroom Music Publishing Warner Chappell Black Music Management
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