It's too late, lock up the patrons Stumbling down a crowded staircase Look at that guy dressed to the nines Always failed today, it's painted on his face
Past that face stands a young professional Man with his girl propped up against a wall Planning to make this the great night And polish off a glass of red wine
Oh my God, is this how we spend it? We could expire, is life so defended? Are we too late? Are we too late? I wouldn't know
Lonesome gaze extends from a pair of Well-crafted eyes belonging to a girl that Never looked back since she was burned By a lad who never fully matured
She observes a tall slender girl with a Man on each arm, caught in a corner Wondering which guy should come home Oh, they both can't wait, oh, they can't wait
Oh my God, is this how we spend it? We could expire, is life so defended? Are we too late? Are we too late? I wouldn't know, I'm quite okay
Oh my God, is this how we spend it? We could expire, is life so defended? Are we too late? Are we too late? I wouldn't know, I'm quite okay
I wait and watch as people segregate Themselves apart from all The ones that gave them all bad complex When they were young
Oh my God, is this how we spend it? We could expire, is life so defended? Are we too late? Are we too late? I wouldn't know, I'm quite okay
Oh my God, is this how we spend it? We could expire, is life so defended? Are we too late? Are we too late? I wouldn't know, I'm quite okay
I wait and watch as people segregate Themselves apart from all The ones that gave them all bad complex When they were young
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