Lyrics

Monday, I'm on the highway to get to Sia finally Tuesday, I'm feeling dizzy, crying gaga in my sleep Wednesday, I'm smashing pumpkins along the sidewalk onto the ground Thursday, I wave to Sinéad and she will know what this is about Friday, I spy on Freddie who doesn't know me, of course Saturday, I'm getting ready to make some music and shut the doors Sunday, I call my darling to find the cure for my apathy Noday, I'm causing dramas to simply feed my, my agony Who's to say when my time will have come Accomplish nothing but fun in my guts Monday, I'm going insane, cause my computer hit the stones Tuesday, I'm only two steps from having David all on my own Wednesday, I have a headache, you got a first aid kit, uh? Thursday, I go to churches, give my confession and sing along Friday, I'm slowly dying but my redеmption has no doubt Saturday, I'm on the right way up to the supremе's turnabout Sunday, I call my darling to feed me beatles instead of pills Noday, I'm having dramas to simply ruin my mental chill Who's to say when my time will have come Accomplish nothing but fun in my guts Bother someone who doesn't exist 'Cause my time is too precious to split I play on noday, on noday, on noday, on noday, uh-huh I play on noday, on noday, on noday, on no— Who's to say when my time will have come Accomplish nothing but fun in my guts Bother someone who doesn't exist 'Cause my time is too precious to split I play on noday, on noday, on noday, on noday, uh-huh I play on noday, on noday, on noday, on noday, uh-huh I play on noday, on noday, on noday, on noday, uh-huh I play on noday, on noday, on noday, on noday, uh-huh
Writer(s): Mario Wienerroither, Viktoria Winter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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