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Tuesdays
My pulse is a ticking clock
Like the one that used to be on your wall
Before it stopped
In my head it never ends
We’re still at that stop sign
We used to sit at to kill the time
A decade gone in a minute
I never get over anything
I want to fall back in it
Give me back the backroads
I want to feel like I’m going home
Take me to the stage again
So I can feel it in my bones
Please just let me go
I’m tired of your ghost
I’ve kept your books
Did you know this would happen
Did you want me to have them
It probably doesn’t mean anything
I’m being overdramatic
Looking for meaning in the tragic
Light another candle
I can’t get over it
I want to fall back in it
I ran into your daughter the other day
And she didn’t recognize me
So much for being family
I always hated knocking on your door
And now I want to break it open
If it doesn’t matter anymore
Then why does the moonlight
Still make me cry
Like the one that used to be on your wall
Before it stopped
In my head it never ends
We’re still at that stop sign
We used to sit at to kill the time
A decade gone in a minute
I never get over anything
I want to fall back in it
Give me back the backroads
I want to feel like I’m going home
Take me to the stage again
So I can feel it in my bones
Please just let me go
I’m tired of your ghost
I’ve kept your books
Did you know this would happen
Did you want me to have them
It probably doesn’t mean anything
I’m being overdramatic
Looking for meaning in the tragic
Light another candle
I can’t get over it
I want to fall back in it
I ran into your daughter the other day
And she didn’t recognize me
So much for being family
I always hated knocking on your door
And now I want to break it open
If it doesn’t matter anymore
Then why does the moonlight
Still make me cry
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