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Tuesday, again and again and... (Lyric) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
I left for a road trip on Tuesday
She tried to put up a fight
But I packed for more than a mere weekend
As her words took hold like a bite
When I drove away from my castle
Moon stained my vision with light
I love my road trips on Tuesday
but I loathe my legs stiff with fright
My leprosy lurks beside my master
The tongues disappear from my nightmares
I sit and I am brushing my mom's hair
Tell me?
Is that sane?
Cuz I'm scared, I'm naked, and it's Tuesday
I just don't fucking feel right
So, I wept for my retreat on Tuesday
and I loved her with all of my might
I bit my lip just to taste the blood
It was a frightening sight
My tears were coated with visions
I closed my eyes in good-bye
Your name I add to my lesions
Two wrongs won't make this right
So, I went for a road trip on Tuesday
and I loved you with all of my might
My leprosy lurks beside my master
The tongues disappear from my nightmares
I sit and I am brushing my mom's hair
Tell me?
Is that sane?
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