| Hello Monday Morning, try and talk your way out of this one
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| For today’s grand performance try and make the most of the love that’s left
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| As you board the train or park the car
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| Fly me to where you are
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| And I’ll sleep in on your shoulder
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| Trying to forget the everything that weighs you down
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| Tongue-tied, staring at the ceiling all night
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| Trying to believe that sometime, one day, maybe we might just come around
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| And stop running so fast
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| And stop running so fast
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| Well, hello Monday’s calling, try and talk your way out of this one
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| It’s just motorways of empty cars, full speed stop and starts
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| But I’m sleeping on your shoulder
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| Trying to forget the everything that weighs you down
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| Tongue-tied, staring at the ceiling all night
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| Trying to believe that sometime, one day, maybe we might just come around
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| And stop running so fast
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| And stop running so fast
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| And stop running so fast
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| And stop running so fast |