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ended up not giving up on this one so heres the more developed one
i only feel bad on fridays, on saturdays im already feeling better
the fire crackles, calling for blood
the deal is settled, the young looks into the darkness....
and the darkness stares back into him
oh, how sad will my cigarrette be
one of these days, faulted you will be
when my tired heart’s beat goes to sleep
may day, every day, my day
couldve had a heart attack, my heart
we dont know anything, my heart
we all want something fair, my heart