Every saturday night i die a little
Every sunday morning i die a little more
Every monday morning i crawl out
Of the grave of the weekend
Every tuesday i learn to walk
Every wednesday i learn to talk
Every thursday i learn to live again
Every friday the eagle flies
But every saturday night i die a little
And every sunday morning i die a little more
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