| People walk when radio talks, one way
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| City bound 'cause tomorrow’s a week day
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| The screams and suicidal minds in love
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| Manufactured are the dreams that seem undone
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| When it’s not supposed to be I lapse into apathy
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| Don’t wake me up till next Tuesday
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| Close the door till it’s news day
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| My eyes are glued on a Valium gloomy day
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| I’m riding through all the frozen fields at dawn
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| There’s lazy days where daisies lay on lawns
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| Hotel bars back-beat pulsing now, no more sound
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| Subway mothers in their rush hour towns
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| When it’s not supposed to be I lapse into apathy
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| Don’t wake me up till next Tuesday
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| Close the door till it’s news day
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| My eyes are glued on a Valium gloomy day
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| So don’t wake me up
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| My eyes are glued on a Valium gloomy day
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| When it’s not supposed to be I lapse into apathy
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| Don’t wake me up till next Tuesday
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| Don’t wake me up till next Tuesday
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| Close the door till it’s news day
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| My eyes are glued on a Valium gloomy day
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| So don’t wake me up till next Tuesday
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| Close the door till it’s news day
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| My eyes are glued on a Valium gloomy day
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| No, don’t wake me up till next Tuesday
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| So, don’t wake me up till next Tuesday |