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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brad Petering
Brad Petering
Lead Vocals
Reagan Landen
Reagan Landen
Performer
Wyatt Harmon
Wyatt Harmon
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Petering
Brad Petering
Producer
Jason Wyman
Jason Wyman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

She said, "Come over, there's nobody home" I went over, there was nobody home But her light was on Her light was on And I'm not as drunk as I seem But still I stood out there in the street Throwing stones at her window Like I saw somebody do on TV Seven days 'til Sunday Seven days 'til Sunday Seven days 'til Sunday Seven days 'til Sunday Until Sunday, until Sunday, until- She said, "Come over, there's nobody home" She said, "I know, that's what I told you before But here in New York You don't need excuses to dress like a girl" Sex, drugs, and deceit I guess she's not as frail as she seems I pushed as hard as I could But she said, "That's okay because that's the way that I like it" Seven days 'til Sunday Seven days 'til Sunday Ooh, seven days 'til Sunday Until Sunday, until Sunday, until- She said, "Come over 'cause everyone's here" And I'm glad she had to make that clear Smoking cigs on her roof Laughing at the people on the train 'cause they're not like us But I lost the drugs and I stayed too long I got drunk and made fun of her band But thank God, it was Sunday and there's more than just one way To ruin a one-night stand Seven days 'til Sunday Seven days 'til Sunday Ooh, seven days 'til Sunday Until Sunday, until Sunday, until-
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