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I've been hanging around in doors |
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Knowing that my mind's not in it anymore |
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Feeling like the time has gone to do great things |
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And all my modern wires have crossed me in |
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14 years I've made a world |
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From a 14 year old mind made fruitless on its own |
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It's time to shake those grand old bones |
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To lift me up in lights on celebration stones |
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And have you ever been scared? |
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Have you ever been scared of the weekend? |
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With its light poured over you |
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Through the sweat of of the morning dew |
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And we could leave but why leave this way? |
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I know that I'm scared, (oh) how I'm scared of the daylight |
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But it's by day that I feel in use |
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So I'll let the weekend pass on through |
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At the time I choose it to |
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Once were made of many things |
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Now made to one and those have lost their differences |
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Burnt, made marked or worn thin |
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And I'm still stuck in the middle of one in a million hopes and hymns |
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Say "I'm over you" |
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Say it to my face |
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"I'm over you" |
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The time had gone to do great things |
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But lift me up because time has gone and here I am |
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And have you ever been scared? |
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Have you ever been scared of the weekend? |
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With its light poured over you |
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Through the sweat of of the morning dew |
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And we could leave but why leave this way? |
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I know that I'm scared, (oh) how I'm scared of the daylight |
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But it's by day that I feel in use |
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So I'll let the weekend pass on through |
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At the time I choose it to |
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Why would you? |
