Аккорды Wiley Beckett - Disco Nights

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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She rips her cocaine with two dollar bills
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The fifty′s okay but there's more in cheap thrills
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And she′s got a wrist that slows down time
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And she speaks with a hint of fate and lullaby

[Chorus]

She said
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Dating me is like disco nights
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And deep house summers under burning lights
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Yeah, Baby you've got an eye for something real
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You've got painted cheeks, well that′s alright
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You′re young and dumb and that's half the fight
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Cause baby you′ve got the mind of a dreamer

She said
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Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

[Verse 2]
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Well I don't bark but I might bite
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She said, I know you′re tryna lose yourself in these hot summer nights
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Well I'm more your nightmare than your dream
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Cause baby I′ve got lips that burn like gasoline

[Chorus]

She said
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Dating me is like disco nights
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And deep house summers under burning lights
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Yeah, Baby you've got an eye for something real
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You've got painted cheeks, well that′s alright
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You′re young and dumb and that's half the fight
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Cause baby you′ve got the mind of a dreamer

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Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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Oooh

[Bridge]
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All close encounters, small conversations, easy to make believe
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But something about her whole reputation's not how it′s supposed to be
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All close encounters, small conversations, none of what's underneath
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But dreaming without her, that′s overrated, might as well wait and see

[Chorus]
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Cause I like the noise and brave superstition
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Bright young boy with taste and ambition
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Baby you've got an eye for something real
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You've got painted cheeks, well that′s alright
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You′re young and dumb and that's half the fight
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Cause baby you′ve got the mind of a dreamer
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Cause baby you′ve got the mind of a dreamer
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Cause baby you′ve got the mind of a dreamer