Friday night I'm going nowhere/
All the lights are changing green to red/
Turning over TV stations/
Situations running through my head/
Looking back through time/
You know it's clear that I've been blind/
I've been a fool/
To open up my heart/
To all that jealousy, that bitterness, that ridicule
If you want it, come and get it.
giving up isn't the desired response,
yet it seems to be the only way.
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