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Monday morning came too soon. I think about you now.
Lying in my room, hearing everything you said.
I play it back a hundred times in my head.
Then I slip into my dream. The feeling inside is ten stories high.
Friday's always on my mind. I watch the rain come down. Think of how you shine.
Let it go or hang on tight. Stay forever or stay for one more night.
Either way I feel the same thing for ya. The feeling inside is ten stories high.
You know that I want you.
You know that I need you.
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