Filler

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By Sandwich Massacre

Saturday, gonna be the day, the day That’ll be what was supposed to be yesterday Which was supposed to be the night before And then someone came knocking at your door Is that how its gonna be? Baby, you know it ain’t gonna be I won’t let you use me For your personal advantages, now *I’m filler, I’m filler when you ain’t got nobody else I’m filler, I’m filler Not gonna be part of this little game You’ve got one less musical chair Sorry, but I can’t be there I’m filler, I’m filler, filler, filler, filler! Tomorrow’s gonna be another day, the day Bet it’s gonna turn out the way it did today Then you said that Monday you’d be free But can you honestly, honestly promise me? Not how its gonna be This would have been important to me And I won’t let you waste my time On a meaningless investigation * Take me here, take me there, all your little broken promises One too many Tired of these little games I always end up alone You said you cared, you would be there, it isn’t fair That I always end up alone But I will always end up alone * 2003

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