It's every Saturday night and the time sure is wrong
Time to get uptight and along, alone Ask every Saturday night while the time sure is wrong Having fun So get along, alone, now alone Alone now Alone And the voice comes disembodied Nothing there but you can hear it You know how to numb the wound But you don't know how to heal it Tryin' waiting for hours, days and years You keep waiting but no one's ever gonna show up here Please don't love me because, Don't love me because You're through hating you Please don't love me because You're through hating you You're through hating you |
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May 2018
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