Michael Bormann - My Favorite Time | Текст песни

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It is eight in the morning
I'm in the middle of a dream
I don't wanna get up
I wanna stay, I wanna sleep
The alarm-bell is ringing
I don't like that sound
But in the end I'm giving in
And try to force my body out

Another weekend is over
And I don't recognize my place
I got no time to clean up
But the house can wait
So don't you think I'm lazy
But there is more to life
There are better things to do
Than working nine to five

That's why I got no use for sundays
And mondays I don't like
Seven days of saturday
That would be alright
From tuesday until thursday
I try to hold the line
On friday night I'm sliding in
And leave it all behind
And I keep holding the line for my favorite time
It's another manic monday
Again I'm late for work
I know my boss is gonna kill me
But he's just some kinda jerk
I run around in circles, catch 22
Punching in, punching out
But that's what life is all about

But I know there is land in sight
'Cause I got friday on my mind

That's why I got no use for sundays
And mondays I don't like
On saturday's I am alive
'Cause that's my favorite time
Tuesday, wednesday, thursday
They are no friend of mine
When friday comes I feel alright
And I leave it all behind

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