Its hard to see when its dark outside

waiting for the moon to shine on a dark night.

Waiting for that call alone in his room.

For a call.

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so turn it up, turn it up, turn it up in here

turn it up so everyone can hear

music loud keeping us alive

I don't care, f**k it, he cries.

No call, no luck he goes to bed

sad in his mind, alone in his head

but he has to hold back his fears

the best he can along with the tears.

Tomorrow night me at home alone.

But then, there goes his phone.

Party here I come

turn up the music the partys begun.

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