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The days rolled so fast
I'm glued to my bed
T-shirt staring at me,waiting for my touch
The tick-tock is now a rhythm
Horns blaring continuously
I'm stuck in bed
Why do we ever work?
Rather than gist and talk
Teachers forgetting the chalks
Just to take a walk
Anoint me your Queen and we'll have
Six weekends a week,trust me
You won't be jack
Just his twin
We'll stay in the dark room
And see movies all day
Consuming jars and bottles
Drinking with endless laughs
I'm dressed in your shirt and socks
Laying on your chest
You kiss me passionately
In the faded lights
You touch my body
i'll drill your soul
It's my kind of weekends
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