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...To die for

Song of the day;;


Oh, I've been working a week, I'm tired
Yeah, I've been working a week and I'm
Just living for the weekend

Hey, hey
Got some money, I just got paid
Got some money and I can't wait
At six o'clock I'm out of here

Out there tonight
Is the night of my last got my name on
Run down my street Adidas on my feet
I'm on fire

Working all the time
Work is such a bind
Got some money to spend
Living for the weekend
When it gets too much
I live for the rush
Got some money to spend
Living for the weekend

Oh man
Yeah, I've been working for a week, I'm shot
Yeah, I've been working for a week for what?
Just living for the weekend

Ah shit
So my clothes are all counterfeit
So my name isn't on the list
No you can't come in, so go home, boys

Slip round the back, look at that
There's a crack toilet window
Drop to the floor covers us through the door
I'm on fire

Working all the time
Work is such a bind
Got some money to spend
Living for the weekend
When it gets too much
I live for the rush
Got some money to spend
Living for the weekend

Can you feel it?
Feel the pressure rising
Pushing down on me, oh lord

Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Feel the pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

Living for the weekend

Going out tonight, going out tonight
Baby, you and I are going out tonight

--

Katoamistapaukset on kamalia. On hirveetä ajatella, että tuolla jossain on joku, joka tietää mitä jollekin joskus kadonneelle on tapahtunu, mutta sen läheiset ei saa välttämättä ikinä sitä tietää.
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