I don't wanna waste the weekend,
If you don't love me, pretend
A few more hours, then it's time to go.
And as my train rolls down the East coast,
I wonder how you keep warm.
It's too late to cry, too broken to move on.
Still I can't let you be,
Most nights I hardly sleep.
Don't see what you don't need, from me.
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