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 Every other Friday. it's toys aod clothes in bad:packs
Is everybody in, okay, let's go see dad Same time, in the same spot, corner of the same old parking lot Half the hugs and kisses. they're always sad We trade a couple words and looks and kids again Every other weekend Every other weekend, with very few exceptions I pick up the love we made in both my arms It's movies on the sofa, grilled cheese and cut the crusts off But, "That's not the way mom makes it daddy" breaks my heart I miss everything we used to have with her again Every other weekend Chorus: But I can't tell her I love her, I can't tell him I love him 'Cause there's too many questions and ears in the car So, I don't tell him I miss him, I don't tell her I need her He's over me, she's over me, that's. where we are So. we're as close as we might ever be again Every, other weekend Every other Saturday. first thing in the morning I turn the TV on to make the quiet go away I know why but I don't know why we ever let this happen Fallin' for forever was a big mistake There's so much not to do and all day not to do it in Every other weekend Every other Sunday, I empty out my backseat While my children hug their mother in the parking lot We don't touch and we don't talk much, maybe goodbye to each other Then she drives away with every piece of heart I've got I re-convince myself we did the right thing again Every other weekend Repeat Chorus: Yeah, for fifteen minutes we're a family again God, I wish that he was still with me again Every other weekend Powered by Google Search
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