| To me twelve months is a long, long time.
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| Someone suddenly changed their mind,
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| You were sendin’out,
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| Now it’s just too late.
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| But I won’t one night of sleep,
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| Worrying about what was mean’t to be.
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| Yeah, 'cause leavin'
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| Is just a reason to celebrate.
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| I’m on a mission, I got a cause.
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| I’m gonna hit every rockin’little honky-tonk bar,
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| An’the way I’m thinkin',
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| It oughta be against the law.
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| Gonna see what kinda trouble I can find,
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| I’m on a head-on collision with a real good time.
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| I’m on a mission,
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| And it’s all about forgettin’tonight.
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| Forty-hour week and I’m out the door,
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| Seems like all I’ve been workin’for,
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| Is that time when I can finallyjust cut loose.
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| I got a few good friends and they’re waitin’to go.
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| Just gimme some time to change my clothes.
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| Till Monday mornin', there ain’t nothin’I gotta do.
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| I’m on a mission, I got a cause.
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| I’m gonna hit every rockin’little honky-tonk bar,
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| An’the way I’m thinkin',
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| It oughta be against the law.
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| Gonna see what kinda trouble I can find,
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| I’m on a head-on collision with a real good time. |
| I’m on a mission,
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| And it’s all about forgettin’tonight, that’s right.
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| Ain’t worried 'bout a five-day, no sleep, business week, no escape,
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| workin’girl blues.
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| Yeah, I’m a-just doin’what any other modern-day, American woman might do.
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| I’m on a mission, I got a cause.
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| I’m gonna hit every rockin’little honky-tonk bar,
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| An’the way I’m thinkin',
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| It oughta be against the law.
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| Gonna see what kinda trouble I can find,
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| I’m on a head-on collision with a real good time.
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| I’m on a mission,
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| And it’s all about forgettin’tonight., that’s right. |