Thursday

I'll run through flowered fields
I'll take my time and I'll place flowers in my hair
I'll be late to our important date
But I don't care, nothing feels like it's ever my fate

I'm working late on Thursday
And I don't care much what you say
I'm driving round this small place
Wheels on the ground but I'm in space

Cause I now see this empty parking lot
Was never gonna be our sacred spot
And holy ground
The gods would disagree
With you and me

So I'll say what's on my mind
And let you know just what I find
I'll say the words, I'll run the world
And never once let you call me your girl

Cause I now see this empty parking lot
Was never gonna be our sacred spot
And holy ground
The gods would disagree
With you and me

And I'll run through flowered fields
I'll take my time and I'll place flowers in my hair
I'll be late to our important date
But I don't care, nothing feels like it's ever my fate

Cause I now see this empty parking lot
Was never gonna be our sacred spot
And holy ground
The gods would disagree
With you and me



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