Symphony Noir - Friday Night | Текст песни

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• Friday Night

- Here comes again a Friday night -
Somewhat of a blessing for office rats.
Hey, babe, are you busy for tonight?
Nothing bothers my head, baby, since the office door's banged.

- We’re driving from the nowhere across the city's rattling heart.
There's nothing we would not dare to try till morning breaks the dark.

- What shall/can I do? Is it good or bad, when week-end has no end?

- The city offers service for your cash -
A source of nonexpendable delight -
Whatever would you like, whatever is in sight.
Everybody can be happy on a Friday night.

Don't search a sense in the wicked.
Don't waste your time at the week-end.
Change your mind until it's late.
Just have a merry party or go out on a date...


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