So much pressure on friday nights, you have seen they start to fight. The life never goes like in the book, you surely know it depends on moods.
It is like the old days, after the discos, its that kind of fun, to go home alone, you need some one to heat you on.
They all have theis own paths, you must know, if you hear it or not. If it doesnt feel good, it must be something, why you have to find the new..
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