Custom Scenes and the Parties That Make Them

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Wooo! Don't walk, don't walk, don't walk, don't quit Don't walk, don't walk out of there They need you armoured And sure, you could still do with a friend (?) of every bitter end Than picking at stitches and overusing metaphors like Dark harbourzz party scene How they make it see the customs, but the customs won't fit And you don't Don't, don't, don't, don't walk out on them Do you still think of quiet spaces as airport lounges? Are you sleepwalking to stay in shape, cause when you're round we'll celebrate I guess we'll cool it with air Well perhaps a taxi, traffic taking over Times Square Look how we bleed on your sheets These bleeders come on your sheets Keeps the rates down, and your rates are pretty cheap I'm still chain smoking just to stay out of shots Keeping me out of (?) You'll be measured out in blocks At least the concierge don't Don't, don't, don't, don't know what's upstairs Do you still think of quiet spaces as airport lounges? Are you sleepwalking to stay in shape, cause when you're round we'll celebrate We'll throw parties in the yard (We'll throw parties in the yard) We'll throw parties in the yard (We'll throw parties in the yard) (And when the yard is full, we'll smash the locks and open the gates to the park for the overspill) We'll throw parties in the yard (We'll throw parties in the yard) We'll throw parties in the yard (We'll throw parties in the yard) We'll throw parties in the yard (We'll throw parties in the yard) We'll throw parties in the yard (We'll throw parties in the yard) Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Hahaha.