Chiodos

Chiodos - Thursday songtekst

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Weekend day,



To Hell goes the phone.



I must have heard that story a million times before.



No more wake up calls,



At least not for a week or two.



The plainest feeling, love,



Ya know we'd daze a few.

No, I don't have the time of day.



There's just not enough time in a day for me.

And this is for the best,



Me seeing you less.



Sleeping in is what you call the best.



God I knows I'm plenty hurt,



And better off alone.



I know I can do it,



But I'm not sure how.

No, I don't have the time of day.



There's just not enough time in a day for me.

No, I don't have the time of day.



There's just not enough time in a day for me.



(For me)




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