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Half a mile from where we used to meet Fourteenth and Hollow Tree, the dead end of the street Five minutes late, I'm wondering if you're there Three glasses deep, I'm wondering if you care about me Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday I'm stuck on Sunday The days drift by just like you said they would The drugs are clean, the conversation good Outside, all alone, I hear you say I suddenly remember that I've forgetten everything, everything, everything Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Letras de cancionesI'm stuck on Sunday I try, yes, I try I almost left myself for dead I almost ... That you really want what's good for me Do you really want what's good for me? Do you really want what's good for me? From Letras Mania