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Can't see no ceremony to swear you in They do proceedings in disguise They turned you off and turned you on again Yeah they're the power supply And now it's in your head Well maybe you're just worthy for the single bed Consequence Those Saturdays well they feel so alone Consequence No need for internet or telephone Consequence Oh, well I hate to say I told you so No performance necessary If you're making your own demise You can be a dog for the cemetery Or a pussy with nine lives Well no judgement But lately you've been howling to your detriment Consequence Those Saturdays well they feel so alone Consequence Letras de cancionesNo need for internet or telephone Consequence Oh, well I hate to say I told you so Yeah Just tell yourself it's overrated it ain't love that you're in aid of Yeah And when your ignorance has faded saddle up or stay sedated Yeah Yeah Consequence Those Saturdays well they feel so alone Consequence No need for internet or telephone Consequence Oh, well I hate to say I told you so Consequence Those Saturdays well they feel so alone Consequence No need for internet or telephone Consequence Oh, well I hate to say I told you so Oh, well I hate to say I told you so From Letras Mania