| I’m driving home, I think that it’s Friday
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| Another week is gone, how the days slip by me
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| And I remember when I was a child
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| And my parents told me how time flies
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| I thought it was a lie
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| Sitting on top of my hands, watching the world go by
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| Tapping my feet on the floor wondering, wondering why
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| Things don’t work out right, no, they never seem to work out right
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| But there’s always tonight, there’s always tonight
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| So, I’m late again, well, I hate to be early
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| Making you wait again
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| 'Cause I’m thinking that surely
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| You don’t mind the time
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| Like I mind, like I mind the time
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| Sitting on top of my hands, watching the world go by
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| Tapping my feet on the floor wondering, wondering why
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| Things don’t work out right, no, they never seem to work out right
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| Oh, nothing ever works out right, no, it never ever works out right
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| But there’s always tonight, there’s always tonight
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| Lying awake, I think about tomorrow
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| How many miles it would take
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| To walk around this sorrow
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| Sitting on top of my hands, watching the world go by
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| Tapping my feet on the floor wondering, wondering
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| Wondering, wondering why
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| Sitting on top of my hands, I am sitting on top of my hands
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| And things don’t work out right, no, they never seem to work out right
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| But there’s always tonight, yeah, there’s always tonight
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| There’s always tonight, yeah, there’s always tonight |