It’s dark outside as I wend my weary way home,
From another week of work and toil,
It’s Friday now and that’s enough for me
On the train I seem to always fall asleep,
Tired in my body, my mind and my soul,
I just can’t wait until I get back home
I feel that I could sleep a hundred lifetimes,
Before I could feel refreshed and ready for another week,
That is inevitably ahead.
Living for the weekend
That’s all I do at best,
Living for the weekend
And now it’s time to rest,
Living for the weekend,
My mind, body and my soul,
I need to sleep now,
I really need my bed
Like I’ve never needed it before.
fauxcroft 
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