Boss wants my soul at 8 A.M

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Это песня о грустной пятнице, когда все веселятся до утра, но тебе нужно рано ложиться спать, потому что завтра начальнику нужна твоя душа в офисе в 8 утра.
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Boss wants my soul at 8 A.M

It's the song about the sad Friday evening,
When everyone will have fun till the morning,
But you need to go to bed early,
Because your boss demands
Your presence in the office tomorrow!

Group chat is blowing up.
“First round’s on me!”
Someone sends a selfie
Already at the bar.
Playlist in the hallway,
Neon from the phhone,
I’m staring at my suitcase,
And my ironed work clothes...

Sad Friday!
They’ll be dancing past sunrise!
I’m in bed by half past nine!
(what a crime!!!)
Sad Friday!
While the city loses its mind,
I’m setting three alarms this time,
’Cause my boss wants my soul at 8 A.M
Yeah, my boss wants my soul at 8 A.M...

Shots lined on the counter,
I’m lined up receipts.
They’re posting blurry stories,
I’m counting hours of sleep.
Clock out from the laptop,
Clock in to the dread,
Suit is on the chair,
Party is in my head...

Sad Friday!
They’ll be dancing past sunrise!
I’m in bed by half past nine!
(what a crime!!!)
Sad Friday!
While the city loses its mind,
I’m setting three alarms this time,
’Cause my boss wants my soul at 8 A.M.
Yeah, my boss wants my soul at 8 A.M...

Tell them, “Next time for sure.”
Knowing that I’m lying.
Trade my name on the list
For a name on the wiring.
Dreaming of the daylight
From under these sheets,
While they sing the wrong words
To my favorite beat...

Sad Friday!
They’ll be dancing past sunrise!
I’m in bed by half past nine!
(what a crime!!!)
Sad Friday!
While the city loses its mind,
I’m setting three alarms this time,
’Cause my boss wants my soul at 8 A.M.
Yeah, my boss wants my soul at 8 A.M...
(8 A.M., 8 A.M.)

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