Thousand Foot Crutch - Nightcore | Текст песни

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Hey-o, here comes the danger up in this club
When we get started and we ain't gonna stop,
We gonna turn it out till it gets too hot.
Everybody sing, Hey-O!
Tell 'em turn it up till they can't no more,
Let's get this thing shakin' like a disco ball.
This is your last warning, a courtesy call. [x2]

I am not afraid of the storm that comes my way,
When it hits it shakes me to the core
And makes me stronger than before.
It's not a question about trust
But will you stand with us?
Can you feel it? Make it real!

I think it might wash away tonight,
Awaken from this never-ending fight.
It takes more than meets the eye,
This war we're fighting is not just rotting.

Hey-o, here comes the danger up in this club
When we get started and we ain't gonna stop,
We gonna turn it out till it gets too hot.
Everybody sing, Hey-O!
Tell 'em turn it up till they can't no more,
Let's get this thing shakin' like a disco ball,
This is your last warning, a courtesy call.

There's a rumble in the floor
So get prepared for war.
When it hits it'll knock you to the ground,
When it shakes up everything around
But survival is a must
So will you stand with us?
Can you feel it? Make it real!
Make me feel it!

I think it might wash away tonight,
Awaken from this never-ending fight.
It takes more than meets the eye,
This war we're fighting is not just rotting.

Hey-o, here comes the danger up in this club
When we get started and we ain't gonna stop,
We gonna turn it out till it gets too hot.
Everybody sing, Hey-O!
Tell 'em turn it up till they can't no more,
Let's get this thing shakin' like a disco ball,
This is your last warning, a courtesy call. [x2]

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