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Who cares what day it is or how long we live for?
I need to make a judgement about you before my bedtime
For when I put my head down on the pillow
My drugstore dreams will cut me down to size
By then Ill be a brand new different person
To love you while Im trying to decide
I dont care what time you keep
Or what you thought I came to do
I lost you on a Tuesday
Thats all I can remember
For when I put my head down on the pillow
My drugstore dreams will cut me down to size
By then Ill be a brand new different person
To love you while Im trying to decide
Oh, the spectrum of my days
The make-up that was peeling off your adolescent face
Oh, such a face
To try to get the clocks to change
To turn and swing the other way
Before I knew that pigeons cried
And sanctified the hopelessness inside