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Cuz She’s just living for the weekends.
	Uhoh ohhhhhh
And then she’s waiting for spring break,
	Which you know will come and go.
And then she’s holding out till summer,
	Always arrives slow.
But summer freezes over, and on comes the snow.

Her schedule, it’s always filled,
And her calendar, no room for will.
	She only owns .285714 sections of her life.
Listen Jack, Now She’s such a dull boy
On weekdays when insomnia’s just a ploy.
	She’d rather sleep through .714285 sections of her life.

She’s a day owl, But never sleeps the night away.
Highest regard for life, Don’t let the pressures take that away.
She’s a day owl, But never sleeps the night away.
Em, spontaneity’s just as great a virtue, so don’t wait. Just come away.

And she’s agnostic, hates the thought of it:
Preachers with opinions to hand out.
	She thinks people ought to find some things on their own. 
And please Em, if there’s no afterlife, 
Speak briefly, can you like of your only life’s love?
	Oh, you’ll look to like if looking liking move
but it moves, and it moves. 

She’s a day owl, But never sleeps the night away.
Highest regard for life, Don’t let the pressures take that away.
She’s a day owl, But never sleeps the night away.
Em, spontaneity’s just as great a virtue, so don’t wait. Just come away.

Oh you stay awake when you should be asleep
Which brings you closer to the Big Sleep.
	That’s the only deadline that you really need to meet.
She puts her life out on hold
For homework and acts a bit too old.
	"Deadlines are things she’d pass though on the way to finishing."
Thankyou Peter Gabriel

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