.She comes around on a Thursday night,
With a six pack of Becks and a lot on her mind,
Iâve got to work tomorrow at eight A.M.,
I find two glasses that have not been used,
She follows me into my room,
She plays that same R.E.M. record again
We've got nowhere to go so we're, we.
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