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Sometime Around Midnight - The Airborne Toxic Event

And it starts sometime around midnight,
or at least that's when you lose yourself
for a minute or two.

As you stand under the bar lights
and the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.

And the piano's this melancholy soundtrack to her smile
and that white dress she's wearing,
you haven't seen her for a while.

But you know that she's watching.
She's laughing. She's turning.
She's holding her tonic like a cross.
The room's suddenly spinning,
she walks up and asks how you are.
So you can smell her perfume.
You can see her lying naked in your arms.

And so there's a change in your emotions
and all these memories
come rushing like feral waves to your mind
oh, the curl of your bodies
like two perfect circles entwined.

And you feel hopeless and homeless and lost
in the haze of the wine.

Then she leaves with someone you don't know.
But she made sure you saw her,
she looks right at you and bolts,
as she walks out the door,
your blood boiling, your stomach in ropes.

Oh, and your friends say,
"What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Then you walk under the streetlights.
And you're too drunk to notice that everyone is staring at you.
You don't care what you look like,
the world is falling around you.

You just have to see her,
You just have to see her,
You just have to see her,
You just have to see her,
You just have to see her!
You know that she'll break you in two.

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