Those lights sure were bright
When we used to bathe in champagne
And the personalities at the parties
Were hotter than the summer heat
Exclusive access after hours
Downstairs in the basement until dawn
Blinded by the morning sunshine sky
Evil spirits hunting behind the scenes
The darkness of daytime hours
Poisoned in a cloud of black smoke
Down in flames after the last call
Forgotten forever at the end of the jam
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