When our dreams die on Friday,
Our hearts begin to fade.
When our dreams die on Friday,
Our hopes and cares are laid.
When our dreams die on Friday,
Our world it seems to end.
When our dreams die on Friday,
Our faith begins to bend.
When our dreams die on Friday,
We question the purpose of life.
When our dreams die on Friday,
Our beliefs begin to stir up strife.
When our dreams die on Friday,
We hope for what could have been.
When our dreams die on Friday,
We don't expect the way Sunday begins.
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