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Last Friday

Suck my life without a trace!
Snack of spoiled my view of life
No more loud words about grace
Do you see that shiny knife

Tell me why your brilliant eyes
Filled with wild primal fear
All your words are a blatant lie
It's jealousy whispers in my ear

Help me, help me, what you see?
I affraid my jealousy
Tells me that it will be

My last Friday!
Help me, help me, be with me
I can not believe you blindly
I'm going in a way
In my last Friday

Now you sitting front of me
You ready to say what's your price
I'm ready to hear, and it's awfully
It's not necessary to repeat it twice

Tell me why youк brilliant eyes
Filled with wild primal fear
Better to turn your gaze to the sky
Your last Thursday is here


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