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Friday mourning |
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I am dressed in black |
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Douse the house lights |
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I'm not coming back |
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For years, |
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I warned you |
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Through tears, |
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I told you |
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Friday mourning, there comes a time |
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Before that breaks, this very smug mug of mine |
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This dawn raid soon put paid to all the things |
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I whispered to you at night time |
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And I will never stand naked in front of you or if |
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I doIt won't be for a long time |
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Look once to me, just once to me |
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Then look away |
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Look once to me |
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Then look away |
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And when they hold me down the hall |
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And when they kick me down the stairs |
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I see the faces all lined up before me of teachers and of parents |
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And bosses who all share a point of view |
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You are a loser, you are a loser, loser |
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LoserA loser |
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A loserFriday |
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Friday mourning |
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Dressed in black |
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I won't be coming back |
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FridayFriday mourning |
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Dressed in black |
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I won't be coming back |
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FridayFriday mourning |
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Friday, Friday, |
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Friday [Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible] |
