Friday comes with little warning
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Saturday is close behind
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Then you sleep in Sunday morning
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Monday back out on the line
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Bitter friends go passing by you
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They pretend that you're not there
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It's their affection they deny you
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So you pretend that you don't care
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You're not to blame 'cause you were never
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Made aware
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CHORUS
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(that) It all comes back
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In good time and that's a fact
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It's all right--at least for now
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A healthy dose of deep depression
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Keeps you comfertably smug
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Life without you can't imagine
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It's become your favorite drug
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Once you had your own direction
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And all your thoughts were clean and clear
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Now gazing at your own reflection
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Makes you want to smash the mirror
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You can never listen but I know that
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You can hear
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CHORUS
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You can always worry
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You can always think that you're wrong
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But never say you're sorry
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For something that you've never (x2) done
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The weight of the world is on your shoulders
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You've seen so much and your so young
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But you'll have to wait until your older
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To understand all that's been done
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Stand your ground because the battle has
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Just begun
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At Least For Now
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| Posies |
