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if you wake |
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Up to the prize |
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Of yourself |
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And all your eyes |
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Then nothing will |
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Be just like this |
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And nothing is |
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About your will |
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The names are sitting on the phone |
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Inside where words are left behind |
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It's hard to hear them coming out |
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when there's enough of everything |
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Next weekend there's a party and it's good to have |
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these goals |
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We're finally getting somewhere |
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These invitations what a thrill |
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Sunday night is always bad |
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Schools not there but you still have |
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The weekend that you left behind |
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It's in between the light and line |
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It's time to quit from taking calls |
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And concentrate the evening falls |
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That's where it is and what is what |
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Cover up and cover off |
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Next weekend there's a party and it's good to have |
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these goals |
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We're finally getting somewhere |
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These invitations what a thrill |
