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Текст (слова) песни: Elvis Costello - Seven Day Weekend
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Mondays calling you too early when youre sound asleep
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in the street
Usually mondays long enough, but this is just the start
Tuesdays just the same as monday without the surprising part
Wednesdays point of no return
When youve squandered all youve earned
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, seven day weekend. (x2)
This is all Im thinking about as the days go by
Spend your life on holiday and even when I die
There could be but one inscription: "this was not his day"
If it isnt thursday anymore, it must be friday
I cant wait until I maybe
Get off work and see my baby
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, seven day weekend. (x2)
I cant wait until I maybe
Get off work and see my baby
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, seven day weekend. (x8)
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