This is not the end of pop music
Everybody's out to play
This is not the end of pop music
Everybody's out to play

We'll be going out on friday evening
Looking for a brilliant song and dance
I can tell there's something wrong with you tonight
This could mean the end of love, the end of life

What about the song we used to cry out loud
Try to remember "Pink Turns Into Blue"
Don't you try resist the magic of this sound
Waiting for the final blow

Nowhere Friday Nowhere Friday, 
Nowhere Friday Afternoon
Nowhere Friday Nowhere Friday, 
Nowhere Friday Coming Soon

This is not the end of pop music
Everybody's out to play
This is not the time to be alone no no
You should have hour share of Wonderland
This is not the end of brilliant pop music
We'll be shouting, we'll be riding high

Nowhere Friday Nowhere Friday, 
Nowhere Friday Afternoon
Nowhere Friday Nowhere Friday, 
Nowhere Friday Coming Soon

Golden Sunshine, Really Bad Times
What the hell is there to lose

Nowhere Friday Nowhere Friday, 
Nowhere Friday Afternoon
Nowhere Friday Nowhere Friday, 
Nowhere Friday Coming Soon
Golden Sunshine, Really Bad Times


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