The Tiny Ugly Germs - Wednesday Afternoon, 3 p.m. | Текст песни

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• Wednesday Afternoon, 3 p.m.

It's Wednesday's turn to make you sad,
So patiently waited all week,
I'm forgetting something,
Always am,
That's just like me

It's a turn-and-burn minimum wage-type week,
Then betray the daylight just to sleep it all off,
Summer moon is calling me out,
Always is,
That's just like her

And I'll answer or leave a drunken voicemail,
That violently shifts from being funny to just plain sad,
But I'll wake up and do it all again,
Don't you second-fucking-guess me,
I am made of gold,
But I won't be wrapped around your finger

It's Wednesday's turn to make you sad

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