Tuesday Testo

About Tuesday I dont knowAn indication from the radio
Writing on brown paper, in maceration
Sitting up, cause I cant lie down
And the tears are coming down, (down now)
My hand is on my throat and holding up my spine
You can go, if wanted to
But you wouldnt know; if you would forget
The tail between you legs, and a messed up head
Tuesday in September now
We are getting along, somewhere, somehow
Writing on brown paper, in maceration
Sitting up, cause I cant lie down
And the tears are coming down, (down now)
My hand is on my throat and holding up my spine
You can go, if wanted to
But you wouldnt know; if you would forget
The tail between you legs, and a messed up head
La, la, la, ... ...
You will forget, the tail between you legs, and a messed up head
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