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Lets Celebrate, Gorgeous! (You Know Whose Party This Is)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adept
Adept
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Ljung
Robert Ljung
Composer
Jacob Pappiniemi
Jacob Pappiniemi
Composer

Lyrics

One, two, three, four
Who's the center of attention now, girl?
I am dressed to impress the crowd
Yeah, but the celebration stops to the sound of a bullet piercing the ballroom
Now the intensity got greater as my body hits the floor
Oh, how ironic it is that you were my friend, still you pulled the trigger
And I'll be the last one standing and the first to walk away from this
Dying place you call home, the place you call home
(The sun has burned the last time, she crawls in darkness with no light in sight)
Like burning wings of an angel
It will turn the aftermath to dust
So smile for the camera
And let's make this moment last a lifetime
We burn
Another year gone by but I still recall the laughter
So let's celebrate, I'm proposing a toast to the whore that you are
This is the last time I write a song in your name
A note without fate
I'll turn this around, I must move along
No forgiveness, no second thoughts
And there will be no comprehension
Just a pure and simple goodbye
Goodbye!
And as the sun heads down as the city turns pitch black
And all that's left is the sound of her footsteps leaving
And I'll be the last one standing and the first to walk away from this
Dying place you call home, the place you call home
(The sun has burned the last time, she crawls in darkness with no light in sight)
Forever, it's just an empty word that often drowns behind the illusions
Yet we always try to encourage our disbelieves with such a frailty word
I often stand against the wind with both eyes shut
Inhaling natures oldest way to tell you exactly what you want to hear
But not even once I recalled your name, not even once
As the sun burns the horizon and as the darkness settles in
This night will be as lonely as the next one
However, for the first time in months I do hope for a sunrise
Forever, it's just an empty word that often drowns behind this illusion
Yet we always try to encourage our disbelieves with such a frailty word
We both know that starting over isn't a way to begin
Written by: Jacob Pappiniemi, Robert Ljung
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