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Lcd Soundsystem

Genres: Electronic

Tonite Lyrics - Lcd Soundsystem

Everybody's singing the same song 

It goes: tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight 

I never realized these artists thought so much about dying 

 

But truth be told we all have the same end 

Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry 

But I'm telling you 

This is the best news you're getting all week 

 

Oh sure it's ruling the airwaves 

What remains of the airwaves 

And we're frankly thankful for the market psychology you're hipping us to 

 

And all the hits are saying the same thing 

There's only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight 

And life is finite 

But shit, it feels like forever 

It feels like forever 

 

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Oh, is everybody feeling the same stuff? 

We're all wild 

Except for you 

And you know who you are 

This is a love song 

 

And you're getting older 

I promise you this, you're getting older 

And there's improvements unless 

You're such a winner 

That the future's a nightmare 

And there's nothing I can do 

Nothing anyone can do about this 

 

And oh oh, I'm offering you a chance to get even 

But oh oh, you know very well the dialect of negation 

Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision 

But friends are the ones who can put you in an exile 

But that's not right 

 

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And you're too sharp to be used 

Or you're too shocked from being used 

By these bullying children of the fabulous 

Raffling off limited edition shoes 

 

And what's it you do again? 

Oh, I'm a reminder 

The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition 

Set to parry the cocksure of men's sick filth 

With my own late era middle-aged ramblings 

Every lover favors the same things 

It's all: touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me tonight 

We maybe realize what it is we need before we die 

 

And luck is always better than skill at things 

We're flying blind 

Oh good gracious 

I sound like my mom 

 

But out of the little rooms and onto the streets 

You've lost your internet and we've lost our memory 

We had a paper trail that led to our secrets 

But embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted 

By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones 

'Till versions of versions of others repeating 

Come laughing at everything we thought was important 

While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from 

And reasonable people know better than you 

That cost in the long run but they don't know the short game 

And terrible people know better than you 

They're used and abused of the once so dear listener 

So you will be badgered and taunted and told that 

You're missing a party that you'll never get over 

You hate the idea that you're wasting your youth 

That you stood in the background, oh, until you got older 

But that's all lies 

That's all lies 

 

It's gonna have to be good enough 

I can't do this anymore, my brain won't work 

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