| Monday comes too soon
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| For the young and the lovers
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| And I know there are others
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| Who feel the same as I do
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| Isn’t it true to say
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| That Monday comes too soon
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| Starts the whole week without you
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| Rather be 'round about you each day
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| The look in your eyes
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| Instead of miles away
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| Weekends fly like whispers in a windstorm
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| Have to keep my poor heart warm
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| Oh, I love you and I want you to stay with me
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| Weekends fly like whispers in a windstorm
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| Have to keep my poor heart warm
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| Oh, I love you and I want you to stay with me
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| Monday comes too soon
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| There’s no reason or rhyming
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| No more seasons or time in my life
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| There’s no night or day
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| When you’re away from me
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| Oh, I love you and I want you to stay |