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Bright Lights, Blind Sight Pretty lights and empty bars Cigarettes and people in shiny cars. Pretentious happiness lurking outside While internally, we're drinking to die. Drowning in loud music Of pathetic cover songs. Asking for the bill But fuck that loud sound! I guess the music's too loud Because are voices are not - Maybe somewhere in a bar There is a fight, There is a woman Who just wants to go home Safely, tonight. And we see it happen We look away Because ofcourse the music Is too loud And our conscience is dead. There are many other worlds Making a cocktail that's this high - We're chilling out, We're vibing But look at the other side. One big place Big shiny lights But most times They shine too bright. Blinding us to crime and disrespect And deafening us as we drown in Alcohol, music, smoke And morning regret.