Thursday

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i swear it will get easier
roll up your sleeves to cut and paste 
the photograph of someone new
i´ll kill her then thow up but they swear it´ll get easier
i´d rather dance with you than talk
so.. i wanna dance with somebody
to uptown funk
call all the cheerleaders
until my head is a jungle and you picture me gone
again i must face the confusing happiness
i better sing a love song to the earth since
all i know is that i´m lost whenever you go
all i know that i love you so
so much it hurts
as hurts the ink carved in my skin
who says i can´t be free falling from sun
when she is the sunlight
people always look better in the sun
i don´t wanna be your girl 
i´ll be solo dancing
it will heal all the indecisions
and i keep throwing up in believe
it´ll get easier
cause we might be dead by tomorrow
it´ll be a perfect day

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