Music parody: When the Lights Go Out (for dramione fans)

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#HarryPotter #hogwarts #dramione This video is an AI-generated parody. All characters and voices are fictional reinterpretations created for entertainment purposes only. 🎵 Lyrics Yeah… Late nights in the city of angels Palm trees whisper secrets West Coast… ride slow Big house on the hill, lights low, skyline glow Champagne on ice, life move in slow-mo Started with a dream, now the money talk loud From the roots in the ground to the kings of the town Yeah, we thought we untouchable, livin’ that high Till the sirens sang truth under L.A. sky Sunrise hit the marble floor, barefoot walkin’ rich Infinity pool thoughts, yeah, the view too slick Silk robe, gold chain, mirrors tell lies Smile for the world, but the dark inside Basement hummin’, fans spin slow Green leaves grow where the sunlight don’t go Silent workers, head down, no names Everybody eatin’, playin’ dangerous games Big house on the hill, lights low, skyline glow Champagne on ice, life move in slow-mo Started with a dream, now the money talk loud From the roots in the ground to the kings of the town Yeah, we thought we untouchable, livin’ that high Till the sirens sang truth under L.A. sky Cash stack tall like the palms outside Rubber bands snap, hear the pressure inside Phones buzz twice, paranoia grow Every knock on the gate feel heavy, feel cold Designer smiles, but the trust worn thin Helicopters hum like they know where we been Night get quiet, too quiet to breathe Success got teeth, yeah, success don’t sleep Blue and red paint the walls Flashlight cut through it all One step from heaven to hell Hear that metal door fall Big house on the hill, lights out, dreams froze Cold floor, cold hands, cold flash photos Money on the table, names on the file From kings of the city to a number and a trial Profile picture, side view, no sound Eyes still proud, but the crown fall down Separate paths, concrete beds Talk to the walls, replay what we said No beat now, just time tick slow Echo of the past in a cell real low City still shine, don’t miss a thing World keep spinnin’, even when you a king West Coast dreams come wrapped in gold But the price too high when the truth unfold Yeah… Lights fade, doors close That’s the story… From the top… to the cold.