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• Artiste: Sly Withers
• Titre: Sleep On The Weekends
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Guess we all fit the trend Too much sleep on the weekends Friends, they tell you to wait Bag you out, act polite to your face Tell me all of my words are a burden And I'll teach you to throw them away I was trying my best Taught myself to love less Guess it all comes around in the end If I ask you the question If I don't learn the lesson Would it kill you just to stay? I don't know what the deal is Whatever you need, I can be that Just not today Cut me out like a cancer Long before I can change This was always the answеr You were almost too late Hеavy hands know the wait isn't over I'm here, but I'm slipping away First impressions run deep Take away what you need Pull me up when the nightmare is over If I ask you the question If I don't learn the lesson Would it kill you just to stay? I don't know what the deal is Whatever you need, I can be that Just not today I feel far from the end (I feel far from the end) I could sit here for hours (I could sit here for hours) With too much on my plate (With too much on my plate) Learn to share it with others Will I still find you waiting in gardens Long after I've thrown this away? Sun on your face, something hard to misplace I'm not subtle, it's all that I wanted