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Sitting here
With a touch of sadness
Weekends over
It's back to the madness

Work all week
Feeling like a slave
All I got
That's what I gave

Each day goes slow
Every hour seems like two
I cannot wait
Till I'm back with you

Time with you
Each second I will cherish
I love you
Till the day that I perish

— The End —