Tell me how you spent all of your weekends
All of your weekends
She asked me, pray for time I delay
Why's it given all the way?
It's not that I'm a fake, I'm a fake
On my tarmic and the mirror to the soul
A lovely little home I'm falling
One day is calling me still
It turns into the holiday and somehow
Tuesday and the grace of God will
Tell me how you spent all your waking hours
All my waking hours, I don't know
Do you want a map of my bedroom?
Tie a baller on my neck
And why don't you gather me some of more friends?
We're in a hotel room in boredom
Businеss or pleasure, you stay
I don't make it еither way
I'm a journalist, I'm a humanist
Actor who's acting astray
Baby honey, names that used to be my claim
They used to be your handle, we've changed
Comfortable silence is gone, we'd rather switch the TV on
Nature shows, animals show us where we have gone wrong
All of your weekends
She asked me, pray for time I delay
Why's it given all the way?
It's not that I'm a fake, I'm a fake
On my tarmic and the mirror to the soul
A lovely little home I'm falling
One day is calling me still
It turns into the holiday and somehow
Tuesday and the grace of God will
Tell me how you spent all your waking hours
All my waking hours, I don't know
Do you want a map of my bedroom?
Tie a baller on my neck
And why don't you gather me some of more friends?
We're in a hotel room in boredom
Businеss or pleasure, you stay
I don't make it еither way
I'm a journalist, I'm a humanist
Actor who's acting astray
Baby honey, names that used to be my claim
They used to be your handle, we've changed
Comfortable silence is gone, we'd rather switch the TV on
Nature shows, animals show us where we have gone wrong
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