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What you're saying when you say to meWhat you're saying when you say to meYou want to go back homeWhat you're saying when you say to meWhat you're saying when you say to meIs you want to be aloneSo you want to tell me what you're doing on a Friday night wearing pants that fit so tight so far from homeSo you want to tell me what you're doing on a Friday night wearing pants that fit so tight so far from homeAnd on the 300 mile drive, all you had was the high five behind your eyesA built in lullaby that grew to a crescendo as you rolled down the windows and made your fingers flyHoly rollers screaming in your earWhat the hell are you doing here so far from home?As you're silently screaming backAs you're silently screaming back, "I just can't be alone."So you want to tell me what you're doing on a Friday night wearing pants that fit so tight so far from homeSo you want to tell me what you're doing on a Friday night wearing pants that fit so tight so far from homeAnd on the 300 mile drive, all you had was the high five behind your eyesA looped in lullaby that grew to a crescendo as you rolled down the windows and let your fingers flyWhile the greens of your eyes and the grays from the skies start to blendLetras de cancionesAnd I see that this love or the illusion of was just pretendSo you want to tell me what you're doing on a Friday night wearing pants that fit so tight so far from homeSo you want to tell me what you're doing on a Friday night wearing pants that fit so tight so far from homeSo you want to tell me what you're doing on a Friday night wearing pants that fit so tight so far from homeSo you want to tell me what you're doing on a Friday night wearing pants that fit so tight so far from home From Letras Mania