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Almost Dead
Weekends are made for living,
but everybody says that you’re dead
They've all erased your face and moved on for better things
driving down highways
driving for hours
and I'm still trying to find
my friends in the end
looking at those screens dont tell you what they’re thinking
I keep telling myself it’s only excuses for someone else
I need somebody to tell me it's gonna be okay
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