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Midnight Society

Well we sung these songs before the world could sing along, Can't take the red off our hands. And what you do is not what you say, Cause you'll never

: Well we sung these songs before the world could sing along, Can't take the red off our hands. And what you do is not what you say, Cause you'll never

Don't look back You were never meant to see it We'll get out of this, we'll get out of this yet We've all heard ghost stories but never before seen What

's gon' sag Wit some real freem in my bag An' it goes like this, like this Into my destiny, now I see Was once confused by these haters in this cold society

check a fat ass bank So why don't you kick some of that shit Nigga only you know how, feel me I'm barely standin', and plus my secondhand say it's midnight

stars, still I find No rhyme or reason I can't see a thing That's gonna make it right, oh make it right You're still walking at midnight Alone with voices

enough, for if you don't, my boy, you're blue Now I wonder, can others see the system that I see? Or do they see and say they blame it on society? The

Nada, and Nella?? It was in the fresh air, And we went as we were, And we stayed as we were, (Which was hell) Poor Grace started singing at midnight,

We are the jet set society We are the jet set And that means liberty, liberty The jet set society We are the jet set, set We are the jet set, set society