RESULTS OUT TOMORROW…
The head goes crazy
And the gut goes squeezed
And then nothing seems easy
Because results are out tomorrow
If you pass there’s joy
If you fail there’s sorrow
Friend hold on tight
Because results are out tomorrow
Every second seems like an hour
And every sweet dish tastes sour
On a normal day it seemed fine
But now i have lost my rhyme
Oh my God what to do
Because results are out tomorrow…
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