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Thursday half past two
A table for two without you
The sun will always find nothing new
Thursday half past three
Feel free on the matinee
Turn on the TV and can't feel my knee
And I say hey be in love be alive
And when there's no hope tears won't help to survive
Thursday half past four
1 2 3 and sore
Close my eyes and I can't wake anymore
Oh yes everything is perfect
Oh no nothing's imperfect
And I say hey be in love be alive
And when there's no hope tears won't help to survive
Thursday half past six
The air is thick and I feel sick
With all the dreams on Sugar stick