Lyrics

All the things I invented in this life they are bad, They are nice but they're all too good for you. You don't deserve all the things I have said, And I'm sorry, so Friday I'll be dead. All the things I invented in this life they are bad, They are nice but they're all too good for you. You don't deserve all the things I have said, And I'm sorry, so Friday I'll be dead.
Writer(s): Ambrus Toevishazi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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