Friday night, in the middle of nowhere
And outside, there's panic on the streets
It's too far home, but I know I'll get there
Anyway, I've got no one to meet.
You step outside, and all you see is people
Just killing time, for another week.
Maybe now, you might see through them
Different shades but they never meet.
You look around and there's those that know you
Think you're happy, they don't know you're weak
Friday night and in the middle of nowhere
And outside there's panic on the streets
And outside there's panic on the streets.

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