Everything around me shines.
Beautiful young things all a rage on the phones,
Pumpin up the kitchen with the bitchest of crowds
Smoke up in the elevator, let sound waves pound the night,
their harlequin girls and testosterone boys -
the boy with his wings around you on the dance floor - you caught him, so tame him.
Neon brights, fog lights,
blowing up, glowing up, so crowded its gonna fall through,
Everything that shines, it ain't always gonna be gold, hey.
I'll be fine once I get it,
I'll be good.
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