LYRIC

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I’m fading above
I’m starting to love
I’ve must been caught on that,
Something is making me low
I’m starting to love, must be something

The sunlight was gone
She was dressing it up
She likes when the night is coming
Arriving in the club
She was dancing it on
Making in her own way

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