Fuck this city,
I won't stay in it,
these streets are so narrow,
as we're passing by them,
on Friday nights,
I can barely remember.
I swear I meant well,
when we yelled and we shouted,
our love was ignited,
I thought it went well.
So hurry once more,
don't want to be on my own,
oh no,
I don't want to be on my own.
What a summer,
endless bummer,
cause now I'm all alone.
I swear I meant well,
it didn't go well,
I swear I meant well,
I'm sorry for the living hell.
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