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Thursday half past twoA table for two without youThe sun will always find nothing newThursday half past threeFeel free on the matineeTurn on the TV and can't feel my kneeAnd I say hey be in love be aliveAnd when there's no hope tears won't help to surviveThursday half past four1 2 3 and soreClose my eyes and I can't wake anymoreOh yes everything is perfectOh no nothing's imperfectAnd I say hey be in love be aliveAnd when there's no hope tears won't help to surviveThursday half past sixThe air is thick and I feel sickWith all the dreams on Sugar stick From Letras Mania