Текст песни The Qemists - No More

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It's Friday night and i'm alone, The stars are out and i'm at home, Feel like i'm coming alive, See the knuckles turning white. It's Friday night and no-ones home, I'm in this city all alone, Feel like a carnival tonight, Strap it up and take a ride, ride, woohoo And round and round she goes, And where she stops no-one knows x 2 Feel it coming on, feel it coming on now. I got your money Woohoo I got your money Woohoo I'll treat you honey Woohoo I'll keep you up for days I got your sugar, I'll be your hooker I'll keep you up for days. Saturday night i'm fucking stoned, stoned While all the suckers got the jones, jones I'm on the freeway gonna blow, blow The red lights saying, go, go Saturday night i'm fucking gone, gone And all my friends are saying don't, don't The world is flashing like a strobe, strobe And push the pedal saying woah, woah shit I got your money hold on hold on I'll treat you honey hold on hold on I got your money I got your money Woohoo I got your money Woohoo I'll treat you honey Woohoo I'll keep you up for days I got your sugar, I'll be your hooker I'll keep you up for days. Its sunday morning, i'm with you How did I end up in this room I'm in a bed that isn't mine, The walls are closing in tight, tight Its sunday morning, i'm with you you Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom And round and round she goes, And where she stops no-one knows x 3 It's Friday night and i'm alone, The stars are out and i'm at home, Feel like i'm coming alive, See the knuckles turning white. It's Friday night and no-ones home, I'm in this city all alone, Feel like a carnival tonight, Strap it up and take a ride, ride, woohoo And round and round she goes, And where she stops no-one knows x 2 Feel it coming on, feel it coming on now. I got your money Woohoo I got your money Woohoo I'll treat you honey Woohoo I'll keep you up for days I got your sugar, I'll be your hooker I'll keep you up for days. Saturday night i'm fucking stoned, stoned While all the suckers got the jones, jones I'm on the freeway gonna blow, blow The red lights saying, go, go Saturday night i'm fucking gone, gone And all my friends are saying don't, don't The world is flashing like a strobe, strobe And push the pedal saying woah, woah shit I got your money hold on hold on I'll treat you honey hold on hold on I got your money I got your money Woohoo I got your money Woohoo I'll treat you honey Woohoo I'll keep you up for days I got your sugar, I'll be your hooker I'll keep you up for days. Its sunday morning, i'm with you How did I end up in this room I'm in a bed that isn't mine, The walls are closing in tight, tight Its sunday morning, i'm with you you Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom And round and round she goes, And where she stops no-one knows x 3

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