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Seven day weekendgary u.s. bondsone, two, three, four, five, six, seven.monday's calling you too early when you're sound asleepbells are ringing by your bedside and out in the streetusually monday's long enough, but this is just the starttuesday's just the same as monday without the surprising partwednesday's point of no returnwhen you've squandered all you've earned1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, seven day weekend. (x2)this is all i'm thinking about as the days go byspend your life on holiday and even when i diethere could be but one inscription: "this was not his day"if it isn't thursday anymore, it must be fridayi can't wait until i maybeget off work and see my baby1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, seven day weekend. (x2)i can't wait until i maybeget off work and see my baby1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, seven day weekend. (x8)