| Well I’m running away
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| From this house on the hill
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| There’s a devil inside
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| sitting on the window sill
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| And it’s a wild Friday night
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| And I’m all on my own
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| I knocked on every door in town
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| There ain’t one little girl that’s home
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| And everybody’s got a date
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| And the ones that ain’t are tired
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| What the hell do you do on a weekend honey
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| When your heart’s on fire
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| And you can go from Tokyo to Rome
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| Looking for a girl
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| But it looks to me like the weekend means
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| Heartache all over the world
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| Girls, girls, girls
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| Have pity on me Oh it looks to me like the weekend means
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| Heartache, heartache all over the world
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| He’s got lipstick on his collar
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| She’s got fishnets on her legs
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| I’m at home and I’ve got nothing
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| Just a cold and aching head
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| There must be something dirty
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| Just blame it on the magazines
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| Don’t read that trash it’ll drive you crazy
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| `Cause the cops invade your dreams
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| And everybody’s got a date
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| And the one’s that ain’t are tired
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| What the hell do you do on a weekend honey
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| When your heart’s on fire |