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We work in telesales, and I.T, in admin and libraries
We sell sweets and work in cafes, we're shop assistants and police ladies
We're part time photographers and artists, and poets, and djs, and writers and musicians,
We're in bands, we're fans with fisted hands, and smile through the ugly truth we're screwed because we don't know just what's coming, where we're going.
And I live for the weekend, for that moment, that feeling, that seeing and believing
I live for the weekend, do you want to lose yourself with me.
None of us are even sure where we will be in a year or more
Except for one or two, with their head screwed on their shoulders
And we'll just laugh along pretend we're not getting older
I just realised, I'm not sure why, or where, you and me fit out there
And you hate your job because it's not what's in your heart
Don't you hate it at 8 when we part?
I spend my time, waiting for 5, to shine, to ride to your house on my bike.
Don't you love that I'm 22 and that's how I get to you, the sun was shining all the way,
And I dreamt I was in LA.
I live for the weekend, for that moment, that feeling, that seeing and believing
I live for the weekend, do you want to lose yourself with me.
We work in telesales, and I.T, in admin and libraries
We sell sweets and work in cafes, we're shop assistants and police ladies
We're part time photographers and artists, and poets, and djs, and writers and musicians,
We're in bands, we're fans with fisted hands, we smile through the ugly truth we're screwed because we don't know just what's coming where we're going.
I live for the weekend, for that moment, that feeling, that seeing and believing
I live for the weekend, do you want to lose yourself with me.
I will give you my best, and you can choose to take or leave the rest.
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