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Between now and again I know that nothing will make senseAs much as I try I will make the same mistakes againI told myself, "I'll let you know when you end up coming close to another faithless friend."Between 17th and Vine and the end of Friday nightAwait my trusted audience the roads and city lightsI told myself you should have learned by now you get what you deserve in every bitter endI don't feel badI don't feel anythingI can't tell insult from injuryYou don't know me anymoreAnd you never did as far as I'm concernedOnly the closest ones can make you burnBetween 17th and Vine and the end of Friday nightAwait my trusted audience the roads and city lightsI told myself you should have learned by now you get what you deserve in every bitter end From Letras Mania