Pulling me to what is seen
Beneath the electric starlight
I like to mix with walks of life
Who live life on the other side
Pulling muscles from their shell
Plays a song that looks like hell
The classic song that the jukebox is on
The faces here make it so surreal
In the company of pretty girls
One drink away when you're sleep
About the happy hour stealing
Till it started to get grating
There's always something not to miss
And it gets so very stale
And I'm drawn to the night
Where are we meeting up at,
Does it have a sign in the window,
Sleep it off if you have to,
there's a booth always in shadow
The reality is all around you,
it's the best reality show
Mixing like a cocktail of
In the danger zone is where
In a certain dive so inviting
Till it started to get grating
There's always something not to miss
Diving back in the abyss,
and it gets so very stale
But tomorrow's a new tale
Yeah, and I'm drawn to the night
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