| I wake up, everyday starts with a phone call
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| Phone Paul with a problem day whats-her-face forgets her name
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| Man how you gonna forget your name
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| Same illusion, it’s just a different day
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| Misread the roster, rocking up a little wake to work
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| Flirting with the barista instead of serving customers
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| Nah fuck it, I ain’t having it
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| A losing battle when—when customer
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| Is mad and plans to take a rant to Urbanspoon
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| Order two Nasi Gorengs expecting german food
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| What you want me to say?
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| Kill 'em with kindness, rather get my grenade
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| Lemons to lemonade, say the customer is always right
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| Well Christ, what if the customer is nothing but a bitch?
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| I can’t keep doing this
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| Can’t keep doing this man
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| Rather give her a bag of dicks, I ain’t meaning Japanese cuisine
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| There ain’t no delicacy, yep yep yeah you can can leave
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| (What?!) I said would you like a receipt
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| (Oh, yes please) Yo, I can’t stand you fucking people
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| (Excuse me?) I said come back again
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| I even saved your favourite table, it’s always a pleasure to see you
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| Deepak told me I gotta breathe
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| Instead I fall apart at the seems
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| Cause everyday’s been a Monday
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| For so long
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| Then you know, you know, you know
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| I seem to blink and the day is over
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| Then you know, you know, you know
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| It’s Monday again
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| Again, again
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| It’s Monday again, yeah
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| Just another Monday again, again
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| I know
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| Man, I shouldn’t take their pain personal
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| Like murder-ball, they’re killin' you
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| Without a leg to stand on and I know you can’t feel your feet
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| 'Cause you steppin' all over my toes when they are underneath
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| End of my tether with everyone
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| Living in civil unrest, no security like I’m Lebanon
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| Forget 'em all Paul, go and live on an island in Thailand
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| No finance, just me, myself and I and my guitar
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| Serenading my lady under the stars, nothing but fucking love
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| Ah, no alarms in my luggage
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| A groundhog day without Bill Murray is fucking rubbish
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| Love it, hate it, messing my being
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| Yelling at these kids it wasn’t part of my dream
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| Thich Nhat Hanh told me to breath
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| Instead I fall apart at the seems
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| Cause everyday’s been a Monday
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| For so long
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| Then you know, you know, you know
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| I seem to blink and the day is over
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| Then you know, you know, you know
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| It’s Monday again
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| Again, again
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| It’s Monday again
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| Just another Monday again, again |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monday Monday , by - Drapht. Song from the album Seven Mirrors, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп