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I still think that Wednesday wanted to follow Tuesday
Because of his good looks.
Either way they took the toll.
We were always tied together,
We never had a chance.
On any other day, I might have put up with all of this.
I wouldn't have walked away.
But not today, I doubt I'll try.
I doubt I'll even give you the chance or time of day.
We're just like something from a romance novel,
But this one's for real.
This could be the first time or the last,
That you'll ever notice just how much I mean to you,
Or see the things you do to me.
It's great incentive, it's not by chance he came upon her,
Or that she fell in love with him.