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Friday, I'm Not in Love Lyrics
Monday,
I faded out of central station
To realise my concentration
had packed up and gone
On Tuesday,
It felt like our whole situation
had not posed as a complication
And I weave through the sordid crowds
On Wednesday,
You told me to call
On Thursday,
You told me to call
On Friday,
I’m not in love
On Monday,
I worked out the distance between us
Not so that I could demean us
Just so the numbers were clear
On Tuesday
I walked to the city without you
I cleaned up the dishes without you
I kept on living without you
And it left those scars
On Wednesday,
You told me to call
On Thursday,
You told me to call
On Friday,
I’m not in love
[interlude]
On Monday,
You told me to call
On Tuesday,
You told me to call
On Wednesday,
You told me to call
On Thursday,
You did nothing at all
But Friday, on Friday,
On Friday, I’m not in love
I faded out of central station
To realise my concentration
had packed up and gone
It felt like our whole situation
had not posed as a complication
And I weave through the sordid crowds
You told me to call
You told me to call
I’m not in love
I worked out the distance between us
Not so that I could demean us
Just so the numbers were clear
I walked to the city without you
I cleaned up the dishes without you
I kept on living without you
And it left those scars
You told me to call
You told me to call
I’m not in love
You told me to call
You told me to call
You told me to call
You did nothing at all
On Friday, I’m not in love
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