| The color of Monday, the color of blue
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| It’s the color of everything without you
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| Where ever I’m going, whatever I do
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| The color of Monday keeps seeping through
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| Running down the staircase, through the door and in the yard
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| Chasing after rainbows never used to be so hard
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| But the color of Monday, the color of blue
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| It’s the color of everything without you
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| Somewhere inside me is a different hue
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| But the color of Monday keeps seeping through…
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| Keeps seeping through…
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| Keeps seeping through
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| Tuesday never came
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| Wednesday couldn’t find my shoes
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| Thursday morning blues
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| I said by Friday night I should be all right
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| But now the weekend’s gone and the TV’s on
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| And its the color of Monday, the color of blue
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| It’s the color of everything without you
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| Where ever I’m going, whatever I do
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| The color of Monday keeps seeping through
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| Running down the staircase, through the door and in the yard
|
| Chasing after rainbows never used to be so hard
|
| But the color of Monday, the color of blue
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| It’s the color of everything without you
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| Somewhere inside me is a different hue
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| But the color of Monday keeps seeping through…
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| Keeps seeping through…
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| Keeps seeping through… |