| Thursday night — the feeling’s right
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| Here comes the weekend, here comes the night
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| Gotta stay awake to stay up late
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| They don’t give a shit, they don’t give a fuck
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| When the music’s high in their spacedout club
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| When the alcohol rushes through their brains
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| And they lose control with the drugs they take
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| Fridaynight — the feeling’s right
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| This is the weekend, the second night
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| Gotta stay awake to stay up late
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| Don’t wanna see the sun cos it hurts their eyes
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| Sleep the day away, come out at night
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| Pick up strangers, gotta get laid
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| Before the night is over they forget their names
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| Saturdaynight — the feeling’s right
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| When it comes to Sunday they’re riding high
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| Gotta stay awake to stay up late
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| Need another drink to sociolise
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| And a line of coke to feel real nice
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| Mondaymorn' they’re in a lousy state
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| But they got three days to recuperate
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| Take me to oblivion
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| Make me forget
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| I stumble and I fall, got my back to the wall
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| I snug with the strangers flirting at the bar |