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It feels good in the nighttime

Warm hands trying to break the mold

It feels good in the nighttime

Cruel intentions and hearts of gold

Wind blown patterns change

The artic chokes us

We want to know why

Who am I to notice?

Hope lost feels like June

Solstice nights bring longer moons

23 but still brand new

It feels good in the nighttime

Warm hands trying to break the mold

It feels good in the nighttime

Cruel intentions and hearts of gold

Heaven sent the polar spray

The frozen coffins

You’ll turn a blind eye

Who am I to notice?

Hope lost

You’re letting go

It feels good in the nighttime

Warm hands trying to break the mold

It feels good in the nighttime

Cruel intentions

You’re letting go

Melting ice around our lips

The taste of Canada lingers on us

Who am I to notice?

We’re taken back or we’re born to follow

It feels good in the nighttime

Warm hands trying to break the mold

It feels good in the nighttime

Cruel intentions and hearts of gold

It feels good in the nighttime and I’m over it now