| And all the kids now, they come runnin'.
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| It’s the weekend.
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| It’s the weekend.
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| And all the parents, they keep callin'.
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| But there’s no answer, 'cause it’s the weekend.
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| Working class to the bone, and I know your tired of hearing it.
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| It’s the weekend.
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| It’s the weekend.
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| This right here is the D.O. |
| proletariat.
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| It’s the weekend.
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| Come on the weekend.
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| Hell yeah, I just got paid.
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| It’s time to get this started.
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| Wait 'till I stake my claim.
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| Forget that I was ever your whipping boy.
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| Tonight, I might just lose my way.
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| But, I’ll never get down-hearted.
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| Good friends keep enemies at bay.
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| Forget that I was ever your whipping boy.
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| And all the kids now, they come runnin'.
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| It’s the weekend.
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| It’s the weekend.
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| And all the parents, they keep callin'.
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| But there’s no answer, 'cause it’s the weekend.
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| Hell yeah, I just got paid.
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| It’s time to get this started.
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| Wait 'till I stake my claim.
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| Forget that I was ever your whipping boy.
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| Tonight I might just lose my way.
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| But, I’ll never get down-hearted.
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| Good friends keep enemies at bay.
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| Forget that I was ever your whipping boy.
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| We’ll rest when we’re old, should do as we’re told.
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| But I just can’t help it, I’ll reach for the stove.
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| The night closes in, now for the second act.
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| Tell our friends, «go ahead», 'cause we’re hanging back.
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| Youth like a spark, it lights up the dark.
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| We unlock the mystery, I knew that you’d miss me.
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| My mouth on your neck, your touch on my cheek.
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| Let hands guide the way as we play hide and seek.
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| Oh baby, please stay true.
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| What you gonna do when I come for you, uh oh.
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| Oh baby, please stay true.
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| What you gonna do.
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| Yeah, my arrows shoot for you, uh oh.
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| My arrow shoots so true, uh oh.
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| These arrows shoot for you, uh oh.
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| My arrows shoot so true.
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| Hell yeah, I just got paid.
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| It’s time to get this started.
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| Wait 'till I stake my claim.
|
| Forget that I was ever your whipping boy.
|
| Tonight, I might just lose my way.
|
| But, I’ll never get down-hearted.
|
| Good friends keep enemies at bay.
|
| Forget that I was ever your whipping boy.
|
| Hell yeah, I just got paid.
|
| It’s time to get this started.
|
| Wait 'till I stake my claim.
|
| Forget that I was ever your whipping boy.
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| Tonight I might just lose my way.
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| But I’ll never get down-hearted.
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| Good friends keep enemies at bay.
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| Forget that I was ever your whipping boy. |