White Night
Artist: The Postelles
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White Night Lyrics

I won't go, I won't stay
'Til you give me a taste
I wanna feel like that


Now I shake, and you sweat
And we'll dance, no let's sing
'Cause now I feel like that

Oh, tell me do you like that? (I think I like that)
Maybe we can stop this (I wish we never started)

Tell me what to do
I wanna feel okay

I got a problem and it drains my soul
Don't tell, nobody knows
I used to feel all right, now I'm u-u-u-uptight
'Cause the white night, oh oh
The white night, woah
White night for me

It's a long way down in New York City
And I fell so fast, it wasn't pretty
It's a long way down, but I wanna go

Oh, and I'm a systematic automatic city really misses at
All I really care about is knowing where my head is at
Oh, cause I'm a systematic automatic city really dizzy track

Oh, tell me do you like that? (I think I like that)
Maybe we can stop this (I wish we never started)

Tell me what to do
To make this go away


I got a problem and it drains my soul
Don't tell, nobody knows
I used to feel all right, now I'm u-u-u-uptight
'Cause the white night, oh oh
The white night, woah
White night for me

'Cause it's a long way down in New York City
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Vampire Diaries Quotes

You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger... I want you to get everything you're looking for. But for right now, I want you to forget that this happened. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet. Goodnight, Elena.

Damon

Dear Elena, yes you heard that correctly. Hell has frozen over. I'm writing it all down. Granted, I'm half a bottle in thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar convincing myself I could hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting, but appreciating its beauty didn't make time go by any faster. The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me while I waited for Katherine and time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would. And that is the story of why I drink bourbon. I don't know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I'm with you, time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck, I'll do right by you. Because you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away, but you're still here with me and my heart is right there in that coffin with you. Until you come back to me.

Damon