Friday Nights
Uncle Russell
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Monday morning wake up, I'm feeling half dead Nothing but boredom swirling 'round in my head Most days I'd kill to be anywhere else Instead of stuck here at home, all alone with myself Don't know how to make it through the day Wish somebody'd come and take me away Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday just more of the same Sitting alone, TV numbing my brain Most of the time I half wish I was dead I'd kill to quiet the thoughts in my head Six days a week it really sucks to be me Trying to cope with reality But Friday night oh on Friday night On Friday night we play the the blues Friday night oh on Friday night On Friday night we play the the blues Saturday's we're hung over And Sunday's in our church shoes Friday night oh on Friday night Friday night we play the the blues Friday night oh on Friday night Friday night we play the the blues Saturday's we're hung over And Sunday's in our church shoes Friday night oh on Friday night Friday night we play the the blues Friday night oh on Friday night Friday night we play the the blues Saturday's we're hung over And Sunday's in our church shoes
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