Got to tighten my gripGot to not let it slip
Through the hills up to the clouds you'dSee us holding
Every time I hear your voice it's calling out my
Couldn't hangWith what's under your coverFriday nightIll be your daytime
I hear you coming on a Friday nightJust when the
Madeline maybe could you run to the storeI'd be quicker
Been working all dayWalking through my front door and you
Sally and Sam, Sailed of to seaThey raised their flags
When I wake up with the sunI know what she's
Like a break from the sunLike a stroll in the
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