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Dead of the Night

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Rare Americans 4: The Human Animal


The risk, because it's a very strong drug
and highly addictive

The lights are out and our heads are on the floor
You lay with me so comfortably
I don't know what the hell I'm waitin' for
Every night when I fall asleep
it's absurd to me that these thoughts repeat so vividly
It's clear to me that you're my kind of girl
You're my kind of girl
You're my kind—

Can't help but think of you way in the dead of the night
Got this feeling that lingers, a moth on a light
Grey skies, the west coast is crumblin'
Can't shake the thought of you on someone else's side
I want you by my side, I want you by my sidе

Going outside, I'm trying to clear my head
I don't know whеre I'm going, should I pull back or in
Walking around I'm overthinking it
I'm so caught up in what ifs
And why can't I just commit?
Why can't I just commit?
Why can't I just commit?

Can't help but think of you in the dead of the night
Got this feeling that lingers, a moth on a light
Grey skies, the west coast is crumblin'
Can't shake the thought of you on someone else's side
I want you by my side, I want you by my side
I want you by my side, I want you by my side
In the dead of the night, in the dead of the night

This is where we say
Our final thoughts, I don't what happens next
Am I on my own in this one?
The words caught up in my chest
This is where I say
My final thoughts, I don't know what happens next
Am I on my own in this one?
The words caught up in my chest

Compositores: Duran Ritz, James Priestner, Jan Cajka, Lubomir Ivan & Tim Randolph

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