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Sons Of Nothing
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Thursdays
We used to meet on Thursdays Somehow it felt just right In the week but not of the week Anticipation running high
We could escape the world then Our little time to steal But there was no middle ground An all or nothing deal
We never got the hang of Thursdays Never got the timing right Leapt in without looking one too many times
We hit the fundamentals Gathered thoughts instead of things Under the misapprehension We were special and unique
I still recall that feeling Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The day I lost my faith Stood in vain upon your doorstep Stripped of any words to say
We never got the hang of Thursdays Never got the balance right Played the tomorrow card one too many times
These days I worry more About the way my time is spent Don.t feel much like myself now I wonder where I went
And my flawless memory Stages an exclusive show Of every Thursday that we wasted Planting seeds that wouldn't grow
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