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Thursday No Answers

a pane of glass.. You think you know her but you don't. You share a family but you don't share a name.. Some things run deeper than blood. No answers. No answers

morning your daughter had you late for work, Now you gotta deal with your boss And then on Wednesday, Your sister said she aint gon babysit On Thursday

'm a Beastie Boys son Me so horny, me so young and I still get my washing done Auntie Joan died of cancer God didn't have an answer Rhythm was a dancer

And now, the story. A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... uh.... Oh, excuse me... Once upon a time --- I think it was last Thursday --- a boy

down inside There's a feelin' that rides All the way to the end Thursday you sit in your room with the lights turned out And you don't answer the door

clouds under my feet Sailin' along like a south wind Over fields of whispering wheat Thinkin' alone on a Thursday morning Of peace and love and war I still don't have any answer

(Verse 1 - Mikill Pane) Listen Little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday it's 30 degrees, Thursday you work late, you was with a

heart Arrow thru your heart She'll put an arrow thru your heart Put an arrow thru your heart Monday-I need her Tuesday-I need her more Wednesday-still no answer when Thursday

want to think about any one But the footsteps are getting louder Drowning out the sound of the rain As it knocks on the windowsill I'm not answering