Waiting For Wednesday
Will it ever be the same?
I really should take my own advice
You don't let lightning strike in the same place twice
Maybe I had my chance to apologize
Two wrongs don't make a right
Til Wednesday you say there's nothing more to say
Patiently waiting for that day
That night I'll take all the blame
Waiting for Wednesday,
but it will never be the same
I really should stop with petty lies
They've made me lose you once, but more than twice
Maybe too many times I apologize
Two wrong don't make a right
Til Wednesday you say there's nothing more to say
Patiently waiting for that day
That night I'll take all the blame
Waiting for Wednesday,
but it will never be the same
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Frankie Martinelli
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