Текст песни Ready for the Weekend (Fake Blood Remix) - Calvin Harris
Counterfeit,
counterfeit
That's
what
you're
shouting
at
me
I
could
run
but
I'd
sooner
have
this
And
I
make
her
bleed
Lick
the
blood
stain
from
your
finger
Say
what
do
you
see?
Remind
you
that
whatever
you
get
is
What
you
want
it
to
be
You
get
a
feeling,
that's
what
you
choose
And
I
was
told
there
was
not
a
minute
to
lose
So
if
you're
waiting,
jump
out
your
skin
To
find
a
cure
for
whatever
state
you're
in
I
tell
my
good
friends,
get
out
the
way
Of
all
the
lightning
hitting
the
trees
today
We
get
a
thrill
from
clapping
our
hands
We
find
the
nearest
girl
and
ask
her
to
dance
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
I'm
ready
for
the
weekend
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
I'm
ready
for
the
weekend
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
I'm
ready
for
the
weekend
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
I'm
ready
for
the
weekend
Weekend,
weekend,
weekend
Coming
back,
coming
back
To
a
place
where
I
never
knew
Pushing
knobs,
pushing
faders
But
I
don't
know
what
they
do
This
reflection
in
my
mirror
Reminds
me
of
you
When
I
tilt
it
towards
the
sunlight
You
fall
out
of
view
You
get
a
feeling,
that's
what
you
choose
And
I
was
told
there
was
not
a
minute
to
lose
So
if
you're
waiting,
jump
out
your
skin
To
find
a
cure
for
whatever
state
you're
in
I
tell
my
good
friends,
get
out
the
way
Of
all
the
lightning
hitting
the
trees
today
We
get
a
thrill
from
clapping
our
hands
We
find
the
nearest
girl
and
ask
her
to
dance
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
I'm
ready
for
the
weekend
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
I'm
ready
for
the
weekend
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
I'm
ready
for
the
weekend
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
I'm
ready
for
the
weekend
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
I'm
ready
for
the
weekend
Weekend,
weekend,
weekend
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
I'm
ready
for
the
weekend
Weekend,
weekend,
weekend
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
I'm
ready
for
the
weekend
Weekend,
weekend,
weekend
I
put
on
my
shoes
and
I'm
ready
for
the
weekend
Weekend,
weekend,
weekend
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