days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
SongAustralia - Manic Street Preachers. I don't know if I'm tired. And I don't know if I'm ill. My cheeks are turning yellow. I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now. It
Song Talk About Love - Danielle Bradbery. We had a plan to get out of town and keep headin' east. Til we could see that moon sink into the carolina beach. I snuck out at ten o'clock, you were waitin
the days. When you wish your bed was already made. . *It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I-don't-have-to-run day. It's just another manic Monday
Song Repeat (UK) - Manic Street Preachers. London, England, consider yourselves warned. . Repeat after me. Death sentence heritage. Repeat after me. Death camp palace. . Repeat after me
Bài hát Microphone - Manic Drive. I love that rhythm and I'm loving that tone. That's blastin' through this system through this microphone. Yeah we got the good news and we'll scream it out loud
days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
days. When you wish your bed was already made It's just another manic Monday. I wish it was Sunday. 'Cause that's my funday. My I don't have to runday. It's just another manic Monday Have to catch
Song Wild Boy - Danielle Bradbery. He draws you into his flame. Takes you on a ride like a paper airplane in a hurricane. Looks you in the eye when he says your name. Midnight ride on a motorcycle in
Song Removables - Manic Street Preachers. Conscience binds you in chains. Trail by stone hammer and nails. No one made the holes but me. Misery mourns, to be devoured Killed God, blood, soiled
Song Never Like This - Danielle Bradbery . Wake up, put my feet on the floor. See colors I’ve never seen before. It scares me and shakes me down to core. Cause I know for certain that nothing’s for
