| I’ve been hanging around in doors
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| Knowing that my mind’s not in it anymore
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| Feeling like the time has gone to do great things
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| And all my modern wires have crossed me in 14 years I’ve made a world
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| From a 14 year old mind made fruitless on its own
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| It’s time to shake those grand old bones
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| To lift me up in lights on celebration stones
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| And have you ever been scared?
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| Have you ever been scared of the weekend?
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| With its light poured over you
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| Through the sweat of of the morning dew
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| And we could leave but why leave this way?
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| I know that I’m scared, (oh) how I’m scared of the daylight
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| But it’s by day that I feel in use
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| So I’ll let the weekend pass on through
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| At the time I choose it to Once were made of many things
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| Now made to one and those have lost their differences
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| Burnt, made marked or worn thin
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| And I’m still stuck in the middle of one in a million hopes and hymns
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| Say «I'm over you»
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| Say it to my face
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| «I'm over you»
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| The time had gone to do great things
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| But lift me up because time has gone and here I am And have you ever been scared?
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| Have you ever been scared of the weekend?
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| With its light poured over you
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| Through the sweat of of the morning dew
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| And we could leave but why leave this way?
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| I know that I’m scared, (oh) how I’m scared of the daylight
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| But it’s by day that I feel in use
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| So I’ll let the weekend pass on through
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| At the time I choose it to Why would you? |