A Few Minutes On Friday

She kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day to day
 And I wait 'til the weekend comes, so I can clear this uselessness from my brain
 Count the days 'til she arrives, those precious minutes when she is mine
 As we walk from my front door to her car, we're so close and alone
 But that will disappear in a room filled with the warmth of others
 Of others company, there's just too much company
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 There's just too much company
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 So I hide my wounded pride and stare off into the other cars
 If I could just speak the words to tell her exactly how I feel
 I count the ways that I might say it
 But I know that none of them will work because she won't feel the same
 We got this far but I can't go through with it because the truth
 Would hurt too much, it hurt too much
 This hurts too much
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 She goes back to the west coast to drink in the sunshine
 And I'll stay here in these dead plains and try to make a seed grow
 And I would pray for rain if I thought that that would help