Evening. |
It's Friday and I don't have a face on.
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Tears roll, I update whatsapp.
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You, too, are not yourself, and in the plans for the weekend -
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Pride, not love; |
friends and alcohol.
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The sunset will drown in a glass, and we hit it to the fullest.
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Both unfortunate fatally, but seemingly made of steel.
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I won't call first, because pride is stronger than drama.
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So many of these falsehoods, but we play on.
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And the music sounds, and I move to the rhythm.
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My phone is silent, we are draws today.
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I'm smiling. |
It's all right, mom.
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I am happy in the photo in instagram.
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And the music sounds, and I feel the beat.
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There are a million reasons to say "I'm sorry" to each other...
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But again we are with you, as in a war.
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You will hurt, I will return twice.
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At night, a narrow circle of the closest friends.
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Again, a trendy club and high heels.
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In the rays of neon with you, we again play love.
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We drown out the pain of dancing and alcohol.
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The sunset will drown in a glass, and it seems that we have hit it.
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The bass blows up the speaker, and the feeling is like a tsunami.
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Without noticing each other, we again dance at night.
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Do you want this fake? |
Then we play on.
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And the music sounds, and I move to the rhythm.
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My phone is silent, we are draws today.
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I'm smiling. |
It's all right, mom.
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I am happy in the photo in instagram.
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And the music sounds, and I feel the beat.
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There are a million reasons to say "I'm sorry" to each other...
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But again we are with you, as in a war.
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You will hurt, I will return twice.
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And the music sounds, and I move to the rhythm.
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My phone is silent, we are draws today.
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I'm smiling. |
It's all right, mom.
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I am happy in the photo in instagram.
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And the music sounds, and I feel the beat.
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There are a million reasons to say "I'm sorry" to each other...
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But again we are with you, as in a war.
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You will hurt, I will return twice.
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And the music sounds, and I move to the rhythm.
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And the music sounds, and I feel the beat. |