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    Wednesday held my hand
    As we walked and he sparkled
    My cheeks turned red
    And I got softer

    Told me how his trust
    Had been shattered
    He turned transparent
    And I got weaker

    Now all thats left
    Tastes bitter
    Now all thats left
    Tastes bitter

    Wednesday always asks
    “Won’t you come and see me”
    But when I knocked on his door
    No one was home

    Told me about his nights
    And all his bad days (yeaah)
    And I tried my best
    To be his freind

    Now all that’s left
    Tastes bitter
    Now all thats left
    Tastes bitter

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    Nothing’s new
    Nothing’s pretty
    Under the sun

    Nothing’s new
    Nothing’s pretty
    Under the sun

    Nothing’s new
    Nothing’s pretty
    Under the sun

    Nothing’s new
    Nothing’s pretty
    Under the sun

    Nothing’s new
    Nothing’s pretty
    Under the sun

    Nothing’s new
    Nothing’s pretty
    Under the sun

    Nothing’s new
    Nothing’s pretty
    Under the sun

    Nothing’s new
    Nothing’s pretty
    Under the sun

    Nothing’s new
    Nothing’s pretty
    Under the sun

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    Composition: Korantemaa

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