| On Monday you walked away |
| Tuesday you woke up and you buried me |
| Now Wednesday comes and you're someone else |
| And by Thursday Night I'm not myself |
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| Do I represent? |
| Or do I repent? |
| Can't apologize for what no one did |
| Now Friday's week-ending my dreams |
| Then it's Saturday night and it's wild |
| That I'm still alive... |
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| There must be something wrong |
| ('Cause everyone's talking) |
| But no one's talking to me |
| (Nobody's talking, nobody's talking) |
| And I know something's wrong |
| ('Cause everyone's looking) |
| But no one's looking at me |
| (Nobody's looking, everyone's talking) |
| But no one's talking to me... |
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| Well, a friend's not a friend at the end of the phone |
| When they're talking about you in Rolling Stone |
| This is not how I thought thirty-five would go |
| While I'm two years into the horror show |
| And I'm click bait now |
| In a week or so there'll be nothing left |
| But my fucking bones |
| So I'll play my ribs like a xylophone |
| And you'll probably still fucking come to the show |
| Yeah, I know |
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| There must be something wrong |
| ('Cause everyone's talking) |
| But no one's talking to me |
| (Nobody's talking, nobody's talking) |
| And I know something's wrong |
| ('Cause everyone's looking) |
| But no one's looking at me |
| (Nobody's looking, everyone's talking) |
| But no one's talking to me... |
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| Talking |
| Everyone's talking |
| Everyone's talking |
| Everyone... |
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| There must be something wrong |
| Cause no one's talking to me |
| And I know something's wrong |
| ('Cause everyone's looking) |
| But no one's looking at me |
| (Nobody's looking, everyone's talking) |
| But no one's talking to me... |
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