| Well I can feel it flooding in when it’s Friday night
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| Young blood pumping through my veins, it’s full of fight
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| Probably do a bunch of things that just ain’t right
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| Well hell, ain’t that what the weekend’s for
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| Windows down, the seat way back, and the radio up
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| Natural eye between my legs in a Dixie cup
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| Not a care in the world, just gon' leave it up
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| Well, the night it opens wide
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| City and the stars align
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| Ain’t it wonderful to be alive
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| Ain’t that what the weekend’s for
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| Ain’t that what the weekend’s for
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| Searching for the heart and soul of the night
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| Oh, of the night
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| Monday morning, still laughing about what we did and said
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| Girls and booze and attitude swimming in my head
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| Worth every moment, every second, no regrets
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| Keeping one eye on the prize
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| City and the stars align
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| Ain’t it wonderful to be alive
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| Ain’t that what the weekend’s for
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| Ain’t that what the weekend’s for
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| Searching for the heart and soul of the night
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| Woah, of the night
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| Years fly by, the scene it shifts overnight
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| Little less steering, little less stealing and little less fights
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| Kids are in bed, there’s a buzz in my head and sparks ignite
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| I still got fuse in a tank for another ride
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| Ain’t that what the weekend’s for
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| Ain’t that what the weekend’s for
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| Ain’t that what the weekend’s for
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| City and the stars align
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| Ain’t it wonderful to be alive
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| Ain’t that what the weekend’s for
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| Ain’t that what the weekend’s for
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| Searching for the heart and soul of the night |