Lyrics

Give blood every six months and on Friday nights
Ritual. Habit. Idle chat costs lives.
Self-preservation is no answer
In a world where sunshine gives you cancer
Make love on new moons and on Saturday nights
That way I might finally get some rest
I’m better off when I know less
Isn't hoping for the hopeless?
Congratulations, sorry for your loss
Congratulations, sorry for your loss
Just another beer before the night breaks
Congratulations, sorry I was wrong
No one asked to hear another heartbreak
I didn’t think you’d listen all that long
Written by: Benjamin Woods
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