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Friday night is but a reverie
And now I'm sullen on Sunday evening
And all I'm looking for is empathy
Or a time machine
Or at the very least a bit of sleep
And If I had a secondary memory
L'd use it to eliminate the mid-week static
And leave the grind behind in locked rooms in my
...mind (cause in my mind)
I'm running out of time again
Running for my life again
Staying up all night again
Against my best intentions
Cos love went out of style again
Been gone for a while I guess
I'll never feel that high again
It's a consequence of living in the future
I have a dream about a neighbourhood
Illuminated softly, faded
Where all the windows deliquesce
To let me in to make new friends
And I recall this place like it exists in the world
But when I wake up
I'm running out of time again
Running for my life again
Staying up all night again
Against my best intentions
Cos love went out of style again
Been gone for a while I guess
I'll never feel that high again
It's a consequence of living in the future
If I had one wish
I've no clue what l'd wish for
Don't know if that's a good thing or not
Friday night is but a reverie
It's never sunny on a Monday morning
And all I'm looking for is sympathy
Or something
I'm running out of time again
Running for my life again
Staying up all night again
Against my best intentions
Cos love went out of style again
Been gone for a while I guess
I'll never feel that high again
It's a consequence of living in the future