Monday comes crashing in and all the world looks grey again
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faces on the train seem grim when yesterday the same were smiling
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another week to kill, another week where time stands still
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and shuffling masses feel the chill that comes with their routine
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the working scene...
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crawled out of bed and then I turned on MTV again
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to watch the same songs I can't stand: they sing of love and being happy
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look there's another one that sounds just like the other one
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the video without a song is being a famous whore
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frustrates me more
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CHORUS:
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but at the weekend, well everything will be okay
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at the weekend (darling)
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at the weekend, I'll tell the world that for five long days I've been wanting to say
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(wanting to say, yeah yeah)
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I wanna, I wanna, I wanna ride upon a five mile tide of surprise and oblivion
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or rain or shine I'm waiting at the frontline
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I need it, I need it, like you would not believe it
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and I'll be dying to change, I'll be dying change my ways
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'cos I've been dry for 5 long days
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I'll put the world to right, I'll fly like Superman in flight
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I'll eat the day and drink the night and everyone will be there with me
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this week I've seen it through on auto-pilot just like you
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and now there's nothing left to do 'cept anything at all
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let's hit the wall
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CHORUS
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At the weekend, baby baby at the weekend
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at the weekend, at the weekend
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at the weekend, baby baby at the weekend
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at the weekend¡¦ rock, rock, rock, roll
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CHORUS
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Weekend (5 Long Days)
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The Wildhearts |