Every Other Tuesday

Pinball arcade in the matinee theatre
I feel a light relief
Every time that the laughter
Passes through me

I feel the rhythm
When the melody passes through me
In every way

Its like I'm living
In a pop scene movie
That I seem to visit
Every other Tuesday

It's part of the city I breathe
It's sometimes hard believe
But then it's easy to conceive

There'll be no hesitating; I'm tired of waiting
Saddle me up to settle me down, I'm so scared
That I don't won't my feet to touch the ground

It isn't anyone's scene
Does anybody understand what I mean
Living in this satellite dream

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