Friday afternoon and all the worries just float into the air
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we¡¯re going to our secret spot and no one else knows how to get there
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the words just poured out of you like a melody
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I just could not believe the things you¡¯re telling me
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Come closer, come closer
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Nothing could be half so compelling
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as you and me, our senses telling us where to go
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you give me quite a show
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we¡¯re stretched out horizontal throttle down
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upon the ground and always taking it slow
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here we go
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I taste the salt on your skin and then it¡¯s really beginning
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I got the message you¡¯re sending
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Go again and again ¡¯til we¡¯re spent
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I hear somebody coming
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Maybe a year went by
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Could be two lifetimes
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But I know it¡¯s building up again
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Friday Afternoon
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