There's a party and I hope it would last. I just love to see people pass out.

I'm at a party and I'm going to stay. What else is there to do today than dance so long and hard that your both feet bleed?

There's a party and then I see you, leaning on the wall that's painted blue. And you are standing right there but I can't reach you now, you're somehow elsewhere, with someone else, but in my head, I just have a thought to share.

I always thought what you said was true: that concerning love, there was nothing I knew. And I thought I'd let this feeling pass, but I had no idea that it would last, and if it's love, then I guess I have to let it die. I guess I have to let it die.

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