Lördag - don't

Out of my life
Out of my mind
Out of the tears we can't deny
We need to swallow all our pride
And leave this mess behind
Out of my head
Out of my bed
Out of the dreams we had, they're bad
Tell them it's me who made you sad
Tell them the fairytale gone bad

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