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The sun is not the brightest thing The choir sings your empty world of finer things Even though it burns, you drown and sink You know I am, washing over you Washing over you, oh It's not up to me But it's alright if it makes you feel good You can do this all night, but it's not up to me But it's alright if it makes you feel good You can do this all night, but it's not up to me But it's alright if it makes you feel good You can do this all night, but it's not up to me Does it make you feel good all night? Alright From Letras Mania