| Monday you left me standing in the rain, yes
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| Tuesday it seemed to close your eyes to my heart
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| But another day must come and go
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| And I know that it can’t be this slow
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| Wednesday morning I looked up to see
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| Oh, that Thursday’s just-a-steeling in on me
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| But another day, another day, another day must come and go
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| And I know that it can’t be this slow… slow…slow
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| Monday you left me in the rain
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| Tuesday you flashed your eyes to my heart
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| Oh, Wednesday I looked up, I looked up to see
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| That Thursday’s stealing in on me
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| Oh, too
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| Oh, too many
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| Too many days
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| Oh, too many days of the week
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| Friday I rode the merry-go-round
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| Into Saturday hoping that I would be found
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| Hoping that Sunday would soon end and then and then and then
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| I could see Monday one more day… slow…slow
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| Friday I rode the merry-go-round
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| Into Saturday hoping that I would be found
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| Prayed that Sunday, Sunday would soon end and then
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| I could see Monday one more day
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| Oh, too
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| Oh, too many
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| Too many days
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| Oh, too many days of the week
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| Monday, Monday you left me in the rain
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| Tuesday, Tuesday you closed your eyes to my heart
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| Wednesday, I look, I looked, I looked up to see
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| That Thursday’s just stealing in on me
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| Friday I rode, I rode, I rode, rode the merry-go-round
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| Into Saturday hoping and praying that Sunday would soon end
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| And I could see… |