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I think it was friday, when I found myself, tracing fingers along the tall green grass, of your garden,
You're seeing someone else, well I understand, sugar, It's a long old way to let me down again.
Let me down again.
Call on a raincheck and a razorblade, yeah it's a little something that I like to call home on a monday,
when the sky is grey, it's a wonder that I ever found love in the first place,
Oh dear, life has gone, I keeled right over no it won't be long, til the good old days replace my weathered jeans
and for a bright star, she made me oh so dark, I just wanna say that it's noones fault, it's just the perfect way to end this crazy dream.
they put me in a suit on sunday, noone said a word, just the sound from the speakers playing 'everybody hurts' was enough here,
I guess you live and learn, if you stick around long enough you might learn it all
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