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Weekend day, To Hell goes the phone. I must have heard that story a million times before. No more wake up calls, At least not for a week or two. The plainest feeling, love, Ya know we'd daze a few. No, I don't have the time of day. There's just not enough time in a day for me. And this is for the best, Me seeing you less. Sleeping in is what you call the best. God I knows I'm plenty hurt, And better off alone. I know I can do it, But I'm not sure how. No, I don't have the time of day. There's just not enough time in a day for me. No, I don't have the time of day. There's just not enough time in a day for me. (For me) From Letras Mania