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Sundays feel like Mondays |
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And those days |
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We hate them too. |
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Sundays feel like Mondays |
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And these days |
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We hate them too. |
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And you know Sunday in the morning |
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without a warning |
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it comes for you |
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We can hide it in the jungle |
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or in a bundle |
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but it will get to you |
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Sundays feel like Mondays |
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And these days |
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We hate them too. |
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A cup of coffee in the morning |
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will keep you rolling |
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and you'll pass it through |
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A trip to Greece or to Barbados |
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A night in Sweden |
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a home in Peru |
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A ball in Rome |
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Sundays feel like Mondays |
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And these days |
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We hate them too. |
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Oh you Sundays |
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And I hate Mondays too |
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Tuesdays don't work... |
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And she's laughing and that's good |
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Oh Sundays |
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we'll get rid of Mondays! |
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And February and March |
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and all the ****in months... |
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Sundays feel like Mondays |
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And these days |
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We hate them too. |
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We hate them too. |
