Catch The High

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Tap the keys — let the snare roll in,
Call the crew — let the show begin.
Two strings locked — ride high or fall,
Kick drum spinning, breaking down walls.
No brakes, just pulse, fingers take flight,
Step to the beat, let the tension ignite.

Sound cuts straight from the asphalt to sky,
Melody’s ringing, we’re picking up stride.
Louder — still louder — we’re tearing the air,
Feet hit the ground, hands up, we’re there.
Push it up, feel the lift, catch the climb,
Lock in the groove, bro, it’s takeoff time!

This night won’t end while the bass plays through,
Hands in the air, let the rhythm move you.
Fireworks blasting, we’re shaking the floor,
We don’t play it cool — we kick down the door.
This ain’t a drill, we’re riding the wave,
Step in the circle, catch the high, it’s inside.

Bass gets darker, the guitar screams hot,
Crowd’s on their feet — give us all that you got.
They’re screaming “Bravo!” — “Give us more!”
Drop it again… let the voltage roar!

This night won’t end while the bass plays through,
Hands in the air, let the rhythm move you.
Fireworks blasting, we’re shaking the floor,
We don’t play it cool — we kick down the door.
This ain’t a drill, we’re riding the wave,
Step in the circle, catch the high, it’s inside.

This night won’t end while the bass plays through,
Hands in the air, let the rhythm move you.
Fireworks blasting, we’re shaking the floor,
We don’t play it cool — we kick down the door.
This ain’t a drill, we’re riding the wave,
Step in the circle, catch the high, it’s inside.

Dance and sing with us…
Catch the high, it’s inside.
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