| Been here too long singing all the same old songs,
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| Waiting for someone to call about the weekend.
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| Pick up the pace, get a jump start and erase,
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| All those times you had to face before the weekend.
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| So take a word from a friend, and grab your girl and pretnd,
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| That this will never end.
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| Best not be late everything is put in it’s place.
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| With what they say make no mistake about the weekend.
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| Can’t wonder why things here all seem to subside.
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| These idle times tend to arrive well past the weekend.
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| Now take a word from a friend, pick up your girl and pretend
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| That this will never end.
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| Will I ever find the words
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| From all I’ve read and observed
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| Will I know just what to say,
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| Will I ever find the time
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| To put in my dollar dime?
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| Tell my friends that in the end I’ll find the words.
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| All said and done, my emotions start to run.
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| Showing me what I become before the weekend.
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| So take a word from a friend, and grab your girl and pretnd,
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| That this will never end.
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| And I’ll be back with what I learned
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| I’ll be swell, sound, and superb |
| And I’ll know just what to say.
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| I’ll put in my dollar dime,
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| And the words I’ll come to find.
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| Tell my friends It’s not the end
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| I’ll find the words. |