Tuesdays and Fridays
I'd wait at the bus stop
And guess who won't show up
I'm tired of waiting for you
Reflections in puddles
And rain on their faces
How awkward this place is
When all seems connected to you
You warned me from the first time on
But I chose to ignore the things you said
Of course it didn't take you long
To figure out a way to pull my leg
Well, here I stand, I don't feel too good
Slightly canned, I wish you would
Untie the knot, untie the knot
Then the have, have not
Untie the knot
You won't have me worried
I can still take care of myself somehow
You won't have me worried
Just have to rethink my thoughts somehow
Well, here I stand, I don't feel to good
Slightly canned I wish you would
Untie the knot

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