| Monday morning feelin' bad
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| Too much sun can make you sad
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| Now I can’t get you off my head
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| So Monday I just stay in bed
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| Early morning wake up call
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| The clock is tickin on my wall
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| It’s pounding like it’s ten feet tall
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| Or maybe I’m the one who’s small
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| Anytime, when you’re caught in the crossfire
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| And it feels like you can’t get out
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| I will follow you, follow you through the night
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| Anytime, when you’re caught in the crossifre
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| And you can’t seem to find the light
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| I will follow you, follow you through the night
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| On Monday morning, here we are
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| Wish upon a shooting star
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| But paper planes won’t fly that far
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| But we’ll be fine just where we are
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| I’ll pick you up when you’re low
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| And take you down when you’re high
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| If you talk too fast I will listen slow
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| And if you fall, I won’t let you go
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| Anytime, when you’re caught in the crossfire
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| And it feels like you can’t get out
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| I will follow you, follow you through the night
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| Anytime, when you’re caught in the crossifre
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| And you can’t seem to find the light
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| I will follow you, follow you through the night
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| Anytime
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| When you find yourself out on a ledge
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| And they’re pushing you close to the edge
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| I will save you from the crossfire, the fire
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| Anytime, when you’re caught in the crossfire
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| And it feels like you can’t get out
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| I will follow you, follow you through the night
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| Anytime, when you’re caught in the crossifre
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| And you can’t seem to find the light
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| I will follow you, follow you through the night |