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The television's on |
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And I'm walking through the yard |
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The house is fast asleep |
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And I'm crying in my car |
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Dying for the weekend |
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The kids are alright |
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But they don't smile much |
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They sit up in their garage |
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With their decks and their stuff |
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Dying for the weekend |
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The boy's on a charge |
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But his mother doesn't know |
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He never got around |
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Yet to telling her son |
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It would only make her crazy |
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And I'll be fine |
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I'm only sleeping in my head |
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And I can fly |
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I close my eyes and I can fly |
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The television's on |
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And I'm walking through the yard |
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The house is fast asleep |
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And I'm crying in my car |
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Dying for the weekend |
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The kids have got a gig |
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In an all night rave |
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They're lookin' pretty tough |
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But I still want to say |
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Do you really have to go? |
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Down in the back street |
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A skinny kid cries |
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Bad drive Saturday |
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Another life flies |
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Dying for the weekend |
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And I'll be fine |
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I'm only sleeping in my head |
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And I can fly |
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I close my eyes and I can fly |
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And I can fly |
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And fall toward the end |
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And I can fly |
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And I'll be fine |
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I'm only sleeping in my head |
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And I can fly |
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I close my eyes and I can fly |