| When Friday comes I’ll go and drink my head off
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| I’ll forget everything that happened this last week
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| I won’t regret a single thing on Sunday morning
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| A 36 hour last contact with reality
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| Switch off,
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| not nothing
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| can ruin this weekend
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| Zone out,
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| not nothing
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| will disturb this weekend
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| My beauty
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| now will spellbind everyone
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| They’re gonna carry me in kings chair
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| They’re gonna sing my name in big letters
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| Linnea
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| Perfect escapes can go and kiss my ass in sunset
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| A golden beach somewhere is missing my pale skin
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| Like I care
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| I will flip coins in the backroom of all of your minds
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| I will twist-dance your heads
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| Let go and fall back
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| let’s crush down this weekend
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| Zone out,
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| not nothing will disturb this weekend
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| My beauty
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| now will spellbind everyone
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| They’re gonna carry me in kings chair
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| They’re gonna sing my name in big letters
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| Linnea
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| Linnea
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| Linnea
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| Linnea |