Meet a part of me that feels like every other day It has been seen in pictures [handed ?] out in ways Can see it through your walls Can see it through your fault Can see it on your floor Wrongway Lift your head up. Wednesday It's so much to make When the walls start falling down you'll be last to be found That's all right my [wankers ?] So you can promise me a day Not gonna promise nothing anyway Say you will, way you will and then you don't. {repeat}
Writer(s): Zachary Lind, Richard E Burch, Thomas Darrell Linton, James Christopher Adkins
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