I can't help but feel afraid of what stories the night will bring.
With the return of my bro, and no doubt the whole bunch of them, and the tales of the day's events.. happening right now.
I don't want to think of any girl.. even a hooker sitting on your lap.
I don't want to think of the smile you'll give that sends my heart skipping.
And I don't wanna know, but I won't be able to help listening and asking..
If only tonight never come..
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