Brian Paone

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It's the beauty that kills me
But the fever holds so strong
It's the beauty that kills me
But the fever holds so strong

Raindrops splatter on the sidewalk
So much faster than
The sound of running feet in the distance
But I still try to save you
And I'll take you with me
Along these colored bricks
The streets will start to melt

With the fever of the rain, with this fever of the rain
With this fever of the rain, with this fever of the rain
With this fever of the rain, with this fever of the rain
With this fever of the rain, with this fever of the rain

When the record player needle
Scratches along
The grooves try to play a melody
That we forgot long ago
But I can feel the fever take me
As I pretend to start to fight

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

My eyelids are weighted as the streets get painted
Outside in the rain of this darker side of day
My eyelids are weighted as the streets get painted
Outside in the rain of this darker side of day

Darker side of day, darker side of day
Darker side of day, darker side of day
(away) day day (away) day day (away) day day (away)

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

My eyelids are weighted as the streets get painted
Outside in the rain of this darker side of day
My eyelids are weighted as the streets get painted
Outside in the rain of this darker side of day

All the colors start to burn into the streets
Below the sound, below the sound

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