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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lorde
Lorde
Lead Vocals
Malay
Malay
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ella Yelich O'Connor
Ella Yelich O'Connor
Songwriter
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lorde
Lorde
Producer
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Malay
Malay
Producer
Kuk Harrell
Kuk Harrell
Vocal Producer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Laura Sisk
Laura Sisk
Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Assistant Engineer
Barry McCready
Barry McCready
Assistant Engineer
Seth Paris
Seth Paris
Assistant Engineer
Greg Eliason
Greg Eliason
Assistant Engineer
Brendan Morawski
Brendan Morawski
Assistant Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Night, midnight, lose my mind Night, midnight, lose my mind Night, midnight, lose my mind Night, midnight− Oh, God, I'm clean out of air in my lungs It's all gone, played it so nonchalant It's time we danced with the truth Move along with the truth Ooh (Hey) We're sleepin' through all the days I'm actin' like I don't see Every ribbon you used to tie yourself to me But my hips have missed your hips So let's get to know the kicks Will you sway with me? Go astray with me? (Ah-ha) King and Queen of the weekend Ain't a pill that could touch our rush (But what will we do when we're sober?) When you dream with a fever Bet you wish you could touch our rush (But what will we do when we're sober?) These are the games of the weekend We pretend that we just don't care But we care (But what will we do when we're sober?) Ah, when you dream with a fever Bet you wish you could touch our rush (But what will we do when we're sober?) Oh, God, I'm closin' my teeth around this liquor-wet lime Midnight, lose my mind, I know you're feelin' it too Can we keep up with the ruse? Ah-ah-ah (Hey) B-bodies all through my house I know this story by heart Jack and Jill get f*cked up and possessive when it gets dark But my hips have missed your hips So let's get to know the kicks Will you sway with me? Go astray with me? (Ah ha) King and Queen of the weekend Ain't a pill that could touch our rush (But what will we do when we're sober?) Ah, when you dream with a fever Bet you wish you could touch our rush (But what will we do when we're sober?) These are the games of the weekend We pretend that we just don't care But we care (But what will we do when we're sober?) Ah, when you dream with a fever Bet you wish you could touch our rush (But what will we do when we're sober?) Midnight, we're fadin' 'Til daylight, we're jaded We know that it's over In the mornin', you'll be dancin' with all the heartache And the treason, the fantasies of leavin' But we know that, when it's over In the mornin', you'll be dancin' with us (Midnight, lose my mind, midnight, lose my mind) Oh, dancin' with us (Midnight, lose my mind, midnight, lose my mind) (But what will we do when we're sober?) Oh, you'll be dancin' with us (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) Dancin' with us, us (But what will we do when we're sober?) Us When you get to my high (Midnight, lose my mind) When you get to my (Midnight, lose my mind)
Writer(s): Ella Yelich-o'connor, Jack Antonoff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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