| When I leave work every Friday
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| Try to play as hard as I can
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| Exploring all the different shades of living
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| 'Cos I’m that kind of man
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| I think of all the hard hours
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| So many closed doors
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| So when it’s time for my sunshine
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| Can’t help wanting more and more
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| Sunday morning, Sunday morning
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| Don’t have time to take no rest
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| 'Cos every minute’s more holy to me
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| It makes me feel so free
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| Sometimes the wild nights go rolling
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| On into next day’s sun
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| Always smile when my head hits the pillow
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| 'Bout the time the trains start to run
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| I think of all the bad times
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| So many slippery floors
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| So when it’s time for my sunshine
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| Can’t help wanting more and more
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| Sunday morning, Sunday morning
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| I don’t have time to take no rest
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| 'Cos every minute’s more holy to me
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| It makes me feel so free
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| Always hope the weekend never ends
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| Work keeps stealing my best days
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| Try to get around all those twisted bends
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| While the light just ebbs away
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| I think of all the grey seas
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| So many lost shores
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| So when it’s time for my sunshine
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| I can’t help wanting more and more
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| Sunday morning, Sunday morning
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| Don’t have time to take no rest
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| 'Cos every minute’s more holy to me
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| It always makes me feel so free
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| That’s more holy to me
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| Sunday morning I’m so free |