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friday night everybody's getting happy, i think you lost your style maybe we're gonna be here a while what is said, and what is suggested i think you already know just what you wanted to do and where you'd end up oh oh-oh oh-oh its all the time, its all by myself oh-oh oh-oh it's all the time, it's all the time and far below are all the things we take for granted oh-oh oh-oh i wanna believe now its all gone, all the time have you ever had to give up something special for the scars that you've gained sometimes you find the truth you go insane screaming insde because you wanna elude it there's no wrong or right go on and live with no regrets you only have one life this box of pictures regrets and memories I haven't found out quite yet what i want, what i want so have you lost them? they got stuck inside your past all the time i've fought for and all i've wasted From Letras Mania