Tonite

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Everybody's singing the same song
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It goes "tonight, tonight, tonight, 
tonight, tonight, tonight"
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I never realized these artists 
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thought so much about dying

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But truth be told we all have the 
same end
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Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, 
cry
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But I'm telling you
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This is the best news you're getting
 all week

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Oh sure it's ruling the airwaves
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What remains of the airwaves
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And we're frankly thankful for the
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 market psychology you're hipping us
 to

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And all the hits are saying the same
 thing
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There's only tonight, tonight, 
tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
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And life is finite
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But shit, it feels like forever
It feels like forever

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Oh is everybody feeling the same 
stuff?
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We're all wild
Except for you
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And you know who you are
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This is a love song

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And you're getting older
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I promise you this; you're getting 
older
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And there's improvements unless
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You're such a winner
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That the future's a nightmare
And there's nothing I can do
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Nothing anyone can do about this

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And oh, I'm offering you a chance to
 get even
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But oh, you know very well the 
dialect of negation
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Sure enemies haunt you with spit and
 derision
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But friends are the ones who can put
 you in an exile
But that's not right

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And you're too sharp to be used
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Or you're too shocked from being 
used
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By these bullying children of the 
fabulous
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Raffling off limited edition shoes

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And what's it you do again?
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Oh I'm a reminder
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The hobbled veteran of the disk shop
 inquisition
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Set to parry the cocksure of men's 
sick filth
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With my own late era middle-aged 
ramblings
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Every lover favors the same things
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It's all "touch me, touch me, touch 
me, touch me tonight"
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We maybe realize what it is we need 
before we die

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And luck is always better than skill
 at things
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We're flying blind
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Oh good gracious
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I sound like my mom

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But out of the little rooms and onto
 the streets
You've lost your internet and we've 
lost our memory
We had a paper trail that led to our
 secrets
But embarrassing pictures have now 
all been deleted
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By versions of selves that we 
thought were the best ones
'Till versions of versions of others
 repeating
Come laughing at everything we 
thought was important
While still making mistakes that you
 thought you had learned from
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And reasonable people know better 
than you
That cost in the long run but they 
don't know the short game
And terrible people know better than
 you
They're used and abused of the once 
so dear listener
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So you will be badgered and taunted 
and told that
You're missing a party that you'll 
never get over
You hate the idea that you're 
wasting your youth
That you stood in the background oh 
until you got older
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But that's all lies
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That's all lies