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I can't be held responsible
For anything that I say to you tonight
And I won't be held responsible
For anything that I want to do to youExpect the unexpected
Can tell you've been neglected
are you feeling likeThis could be the night
That everything was right
It feels so perfect
And were all we want to hear right nowThis could be the night
It feels so perfect
I just hope i'm not obliviousAsk me one more question (more question)
About how it's going to be with this infection (infection)
And how were going to live without each other? (each other)
Is this called Hell? (Hell)Expect the unexpected
Can tell you've been neglected
Are you feeling alright now?Expect the unexpected
I know you've been neglected
Are you feeling likeThis could be the night

That everything was right
It feels soo perfect
And were all we want to hear right nowThis could be the night
It feels so perfect
I just hope i'm not oblivious(hey yea)
(hey yea)
(hey yea)
(hey yea)
Oblivious
(hey yea)
(hey yea)
(hey yea)
(hey yea)Feels so perfectI know it's right
This could be the night
That we become oneI know it's right
This could be the night
That we become one
One

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Burn Season was a hard rock / alternative metal band formed in 2001, in Jacksonville, Florida (US).
Members:
Damien Starkey (vocals),
Kevin Renwick (guitar),
Adam Silk (bass),
Bobby Amaru (drums).
Their album Burn Season was released on October 11, 2005 under the "Bieler Bros. Records" label after "Elektra Records" dropped them.
The band was working on their new album, but on May 1st 2007, Starkey officially announced the band's breakup: After 6 years, 2 record deals, and over 40 recorded songs we feel that the band has run its course.

Read more about Burn Season on Last.fm.


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