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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Friday The 13th”

• I don't know if I'm right or wrong, but I didn't do Can't relate to ability, so much space and room in me All the things that I can't believe, all the things that I can't conceive Trouble mounting, under the sea There's thoughts that I can find, hidden deep inside my mind Seems that every thing I saw Are just memories left behind me now I can't live with reality Cut my chains and set me free Try to lose everything I'm told I don't buy, every thing I've sold Til , I'll be passing by All the pain, and all the strife Trouble mounting, Friday 13 Those memories seem so tall When I to learn them all Wished that Are just , call on me It's friday on the 13th !

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