Nightclub

I wake up in the morning with the evening in my eye
And by the time I get there, it becomes apparent why
All the voices singing to me, like some sort of choir
That you can’t fight fire with the feeling of desire
So I become a bubble-bath for my sociopath
With the God-given right of the socialite
She said she only thinks of love like a long weekend
But she might jump in if I show her to the deep end

Yeah
And it makes my head feel like a nightclub
It makes my head feel like a nightclub
It makes my head feel like a nightclub
It makes my head

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