| Every other Friday
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| It’s toys and clothes and backpacks
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| Is everybody in
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| Okay, let’s go see dad
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| Same time in the same spot
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| Corner of the same old parking lot
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| Half the hugs and kisses there are always sad
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| We trade couple words and looks and kids again
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| Every other weekend
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| Every other weekend
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| Very few exceptions
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| I pick up the love we made in both my arms
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| It’s movies on the sofa, grilled cheese and cut the crust off
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| «That's not the way mom makes it, daddy,"breaks my heart
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| I miss everything I use to have with her again
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| Every other weekend
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| I cant tell her I love her
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| I can’t tell him I love him
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| 'Cause there’s too many questions and ears in the car
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| So I don’t tell him I miss him
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| I don’t tell her I need her
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| She’s (He's) over me, that’s where we are
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| So we’re as close as we might ever be again
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| Every other weekend
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| Every other Saturday
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| First thing in the morning
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| I turn the TV on to make the quiet go away
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| I know why, but I don’t know why
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| We ever let this happen
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| Fallin' for forever was a big mistake
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| There’s so much not to do and all day not to do with him
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| Every other weekend
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| Every other Sunday
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| I empty out my backseat
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| While my children hug their mother
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| In the parking lot
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| We don’t touch,
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| We don’t talk much,
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| Maybe goodbye to each other
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| As she drives away with every piece of heart I got,
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| I reconvince myself we did the right thing,
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| Every other weekend
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| I can’t tell her I love her
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| I can’t tell him I love him
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| 'Cause there’s too many questions and ears in the car
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| So I don’t tell him I miss him
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| I don’t tell her I need her
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| She’s (He's) over me that’s where we are
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| We’re as close as we might ever be again
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| Every other weekend
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| Yeah, for fifteen minutes,
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| We’re a family again
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| God, I wish that he was still with me again
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| Every other weekend |