Sad, sad so we are togetherNow if you'll please be satisfied with me
8:30 on the tick-tock counter.
Black suit in the morning rush hour
So what, so what he says to her
You never believed in us
Never believed in us
Lovers will be like this
Lovers will be the same always
And every time you're underestimating me
Hold on, hold on
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