| Four days left in the week
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| And already I look ahead
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| I’m tired, so anxious
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| Dazed, confused, and seeing red
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| Sometimes the days seem so long…
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| I wish my boss hadn’t taken my bong…
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| Sometimes the days seem long… so long…
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| I stare at the clock
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| It doesn’t move, no not at all
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| The work day is so long
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| Like a night of insomnia
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| Sometimes the days seem so long…
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| I wish my boss hadn’t taken my bong…
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| Sometimes the days seem long… so long…
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| So I shut my eyes and fantasize about anything that’ll come to mind
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| The more perverse the better
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| I shut my eyes and fantasize about all the really horrendous things I could be
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| doing
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| I shut my eyes and fantasize, there better be more than this
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| Is this a really bad joke
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| I could be out right now doing all the really horrendous things I’ve been
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| imagining
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| It couldn’t possibly be so boring… so boring… so boring…
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| Friday, only one more day
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| To endure this tediousness
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| The clock won’t move at all
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| So I wait and I wait
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| Sometimes the days seem so long…
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| I wish my boss hadn’t taken my bong…
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| Sometimes the days seem long… so long…
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| So I shut my eyes and fantasize about anything that’ll come to mind
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| The more perverse the better
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| I shut my eyes and fantasize about all the really horrendous things I could be
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| doing
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| It couldn’t possibly be so boring |