Weekend day,
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To Hell goes the phone.
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I must have heard that story a million times before.
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No more wake up calls,
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At least not for a week or two.
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The plainest feeling, love,
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Ya know we'd daze a few.
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No, I don't have the time of day.
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There's just not enough time in a day for me.
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And this is for the best,
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Me seeing you less.
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Sleeping in is what you call the best.
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God I knows I'm plenty hurt,
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And better off alone.
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I know I can do it,
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But I'm not sure how.
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No, I don't have the time of day.
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There's just not enough time in a day for me.
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No, I don't have the time of day.
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There's just not enough time in a day for me.
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(For me)
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Thursday
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| Chiodos |
