When the drinks stop comin and the record stops spinnin,
what will I do when the party ends?
When the girls stop flirting and all these people stop grinnin,
what will I do when the party ends?
When the people that attend,
the club every weekend,
outgrow this childish life,
forever young, we all pretend,
but when i lose these foolish girls,
and all of these fake friends...
What will i do when the party ends?
#EvenWhenILie = August.
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