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Monday, again the weekend seems so far away Tuesday's the same, forever planning our escape Some things will never change, oh well They keep me working, over and over again We're only living for the weekend Where it's Friday night forever Oh maybe we can pretend That we're living on the weekend Oh my brain, on Sunday, how did it all get washed away It's all work and no play and every hour is like a day Some things will never change, oh well We keep on faking over and over again We're only living for the weekend Where it's Friday night forever Oh maybe we can pretend That we're living on the weekend We're only living for the weekend Where it's Friday night forever Oh maybe we can pretend That we're living on the weekend
Writer(s): Wolfgang Black, Dan Gautreau Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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