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Another night on the roof in the cold screaming at the
sky for any kind of answer as beautiful as sunrise in
Georgia, let's get drunk and fall in love every other weekend,
I'm feeling like I've been buried alive,
but I tell myself I'm over you,
On weekends, I feel you,
It's like I'm breathing and you're next to me,
And even, if I tell you,
You wouldn't listen,
Another rock star on your list rise to the top all day poppin' Cris'
Never the time, never rewind, and say:
"It wasn't mine but I shouldn't have walked away."
We're getting closer, but we're still so far away,
You've got me running in circles again,
On weekends, I feel you,
It's like I'm breathing and you're next to me,
And even, if I tell you,
You wouldn't listen,
We are all the things, that we love and we hate,
so we beg for attention baby,
We run and we hide, from the lights in this goddamn town,
but nothing can save us now,
Let's get drunk and fall in love, every other weekend,
every other weekend
I'm feeling like I've been buried alive,
but I tell myself I'm over you,
On weekends, I feel you,
It's like I'm breathing and you're next to me,
And even, if I tell you,
You wouldn't listen,
On weekends, I feel you,
It's like I'm breathing and you're next to me,
And even, if I tell you,
You wouldn't listen,