| It’s just another old Sunday
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| a few more hours 'til it’s Monday
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| The weekend’s almost over
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| I feel myself gettin' older
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| It’s becoming more and more apparent
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| I’m turning out like my parents
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| I hate going to bed early
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| But I gotta go work for a man who doesn’t know my name
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| Makes me wear a uniform so everybody looks the same
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| But I can’t be late
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| I’ve got those credit card bills I gotta pay
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| Hey hey hey, I’m gonna be happy someday
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| Then finally it’s Friday
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| I’m thinkin' life’s goin' my way
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| But there’s nothing to do Guess I’ll hang out with my friends
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| And I know/we'll end up at a show
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| Where they’ll drink away the dreams they gave up long ago
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| But I can’t complain, 'cause I’ve been right there doin' the same
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| Someday I’ll be happy
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| will someone tell me when will that be?
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| Somewhere I lost track of what’s right
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| and now I’m stuck on the sidelines
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| What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
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| not gonna take it any longer
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| It’s time to take back control of my life
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| Someday I’ll have everything
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| I’ll get paid money just to sing
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| A new car, and a big house
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| a few kids running around
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| I’m gonna marry my girlfriend
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| and fall in love all over again
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| Someday I’ll have it all |