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Three days of week end, Plays different types of band, Other people play while band, While other play while stand.
Ma chérie, I am alone with thoughts of you tonight. It is so cold and windy out here on deck, And I wish that you were here to give me solace. Joanna, I miss you every day of the week,
If Saturday's a Saturday No getting up, I'll stay Wrapped in my bed, I feel half dead "Just let me be!" I'll say * If Saturday's a Saturday I will without delay Go see my friend
The Weekend hits. Responsibilities are forgotten and people give less shits. Friday to the break of sun on the last day, we know nothing but how to play. But sometimes we play too hard 
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