Sister, it feels like just yesterday
Sister, don't you forget my number, on the door
You've got something and it's so good to see
Something wonderful that I could not be
Everybody hanging on for their lives
But you can't help them 'cos you don't have the timeI know, everyone goes any damn place they like
I hope this goes over well, on the toxic radio. YeahYou get taken all the time for a fool
I don't know why
You're so gullible but I don't mind
That's not the problem
And I don't need anyone with me right now
Monday, Tuesday is my weekend
You get taken for a fool all the time
I don't know whyBlame yourself for once, quit putting it on me
I can't help you 'cos I've seen what it means
It's so early I don't want to wake up
Oh, we're so lucky 'cos we never grew upMama, it feels like just yesterday
Mama, don't you forget my number
I don't want to be the one to let goI know, everyone goes any damn place they choose
And I hope everyone well on the toxic radio
Tourist, in the ghetto, not afraid of anything
Except death, or anything else, that could maybe hurt the most. YeahYou get taken all the time for a fool
I don't know why
You're so gullible but I don't mind
That's not the problem
And I don't need anyone with me right now
Monday, Tuesday is my weekend
You get taken all the time for a fool
I don't know why
You get taken all the time for a fool
I don't know why
I don't know why
Composição: The Strokes.
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