I'll call it: Thursday Afternoon Songs
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Fairytale endings, are what dreams are made of
Well, prince charming is dead.
And your ships never gonna come in, you're fooling yourself you know it.
With all of this in your head.
But I gotta believe in something
Cuz' you believe in nothing
You tell me I’m crazy
Well yeah maybe I am
I see the city behind the smog
Hope and feeling, love and meaning, aren’t pleasures empty
No matter what you say.
But I gotta believe in something
Cuz' you believe in nothing
When the world is falling down will you say you believe?
In the end,
The end,
Of the world.
But I gotta believe in something
Cuz' you believe in nothing
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