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Cheap Mondays

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    I've got a diamond tonight
    I've got a diamond tonight
    How I'd like to treat you like a real knight
    I've got a fever inside
    I've got a fever inside
    Would it be asking too much to rip away this mask
    Tell me, why do we feel so cold?
    Would you tell me, why did it all go wrong?

    Good bye, good bye It's almost too late, good bye, good bye It's almost too late
    To cry, to tell, to hold my hand, to draw our hearts over the sand
    Good bye, good bye I'm getting older, good bye, good bye I'm getting bolder
    The crap, the bliss, we've all been teased, the praise of what it should have been

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    These words are tight to gather us inside
    Stop spitting lies, stop spitting lies
    The fault is mine chained in your eyes
    I ate your lies, I ate your lies

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