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And the words in the chorus change again. This song is slower, sweeter. Calms the nerves. It's the perfect antidote to last week's pounding keys. They're finally starting to subside.
And I find myself saying thank God it's the weekend again. As if the week didn't count. It rolled itself into a funnel and dove into my computer, where it promptly disappeared into nothing... not even memories. Just lost time. Or traded time. It does manifest in money.
And I find myself saying thank God it's the weekend again. As if the week didn't count. It rolled itself into a funnel and dove into my computer, where it promptly disappeared into nothing... not even memories. Just lost time. Or traded time. It does manifest in money.