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Taste The Weekend

I can still taste the weekend, working late and the clock’s slowing down.
Will this day end, I’m so damn tired, do it all again tomorrow.
All these people I know, a friendly face, but it’s all for the show.
When I get home, won’t be too soon, won’t think about tomorrow.

If I could start again I’d be the one who never frets. If you could come with me, I’d be exactly where I want to be.

Repeat verses + chorus


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