| Lying in bed, hungover as hell
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| And, baby, my feet just feel like lead
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| But it’s not contagious
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| But I can’t go to sleep
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| At least not yet
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| So, baby, just hop a midnight jet
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| And meet me in Vegas
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| Friday night don’t stop 'till Saturday morning
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| Friday night don’t stop 'till Saturday morning
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| 'Till the sun comes up without any warning, yeah
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| Friday night don’t stop 'till Saturday
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| And I’m just about to lose my mind
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| I feel like a child when aces are wild
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| I think lady luck just turned, and smiled
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| This is outrageous
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| I’m running around, painting the town
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| And, baby, I always double down
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| So meet me in Vegas
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| Friday night don’t stop 'till Saturday morning
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| Friday night don’t stop 'till Saturday morning
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| 'Till the sun comes up without any warning, yeah
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| Friday night don’t stop 'till Saturday
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| And I’m just about to lose my mind
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| Friday night don’t stop 'till Saturday morning
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| Friday night don’t stop 'till Saturday morning
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| 'Till the sun comes up without any warning, yeah
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| Friday night don’t stop 'till Saturday
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| And I’m just about to lose my mind, oh, yeah |