| Monday’s calling you too early when you’re sound asleep
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| Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in the streets
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| You say Monday’s long enough but this is just the start
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| Tuesday’s just the same as Monday without the surprising part
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| Wednesday’s point of no return
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| When you’ve squandered all you’ve earned
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend
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| This is all I’m thinking about as the days go by Spend your life on holiday and even when I die
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| There could be but one inscription 'This was not his day'
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| If it isn’t Thursday anymore, it must be Friday
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| I can’t wait until I maybe
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| Get off work and see my baby
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend
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| I can’t wait until I maybe
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| Get off work and see my baby
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend |