Late Nights

Late nights
No tv, DVD or games
Just you and me talking
As we dream the night away

Two singular, strong and the same
Like a rhythmic dance
And happiness is to blame

Burstfully loud but trying to be quiet
For waking up the parents
Would cause somewhat of a riot
Just as we are
No need to act any different
No need to hide our scars 

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