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The weekend goes so fast. In a short time, it is all past.
It's gone. After a short night. there's the dawn.
Where did the time go? I don't know.
The weekend is done, as is my fun.
See, today I can no longer play. See today. I have to go to my job for pay.

Monday.

See, I get back to reality.
It makes me blue, that the weekend has only days 2.
I can't sleep late. That, I really hate.
I wish see it could the weekend always be.

Monday.

I have to go back to my job of 9-5.
I don't feel alive.
I wish I could stay in bed.
Sleep late, yeah that would be great.
I can't. That I hate.