Suede

Roar of the crowd, roaring and crowded, lights down, ready
Blast out there, same old shit, you to them though
Making friends to share fluids, and never speak to again
It'll only take this particular 30 minutes

It's like fighting, but it's not
We are friendly to the kindred, but anger, we are hell
We are in it together, like a pool party
It's comfortable and semi-nude



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Wintercorn
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