When you're falling to the ground And you're too scared to look down And friday nights are getting cold
When you're falling to your knees And your prayers are only pleas And friday nights are getting cold
Isn't it almost like a dream? Isn't it almost like a dream? Isn't it almost like a dream? You're living...
When your soul's too tired to break And yet somehow you're still awake And friday nights are getting cold
When you're kicking into streets Of dirty wrinkled cheats And friday nights are getting cold
Isn't it almost like a dream? Isn't it almost like a dream? Isn't it almost like a dream? You're living...
I will borrow the rest of your life I will borrow the rest of your life I will borrow the rest of your life If you let me...
When you're a cause without a war Something not quite worth dying for And friday nights are getting cold
I will borrow the rest of your life I will borrow the rest of your life I will borrow the rest of your life If you let me...
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