.It's a young Friday night
And I'm filled up to the brim
With an old, old feeling
That can't be turned into
Maybe a letter of resignation
If you frame it
I left it burning on your wall
She asks you, "What's wrong?"
You say nothing, it's nothing
Baby what's.
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