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weekends
We can feel free We can sit under a sunny Sky with just a few clouds We can get lost in the crowds And chill in a garage Its almost like a mirage We stay up late Going on a big date You gotta tell some white lies So you can crash with the guys You spend the day With a girl that is way Too good for you It doesn’t matter what you do This is the time for mistakes Ooo for goodness sakes You will loosen up After you start to hic up You wont remember much But what you do is such An enjoyment Until at that moment Comes that dreaded day When your fun goes away
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