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Long weekendLucky extra dayIt's great the way they decorate my timeStretch it outMake it hardTo pack away the clothing from the seasonWhen you were mineDark glassesThinking you can hideKeeping still as a secretBut I always always always feel your eyesCan't help but keep the blinds open wideOpen wideWhy'd I memorize your sleeping shape?Belly down, limbs all askewScaling your brick wall dreamYou always let me sing to youThere was me, dozing offThere was you at the wheelThere was less than fifty miles to goThere was labor day, stretched soPaper thin that I couldHold it up and see straight throughI could hold it up and see straight throughI could hold it up and see straight through to your smile From Letras Mania