| The time has come around they say
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| That you’re the clown
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| That’s been draggin' my name
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| Down to the ground
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| When push comes to shove
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| I’m gonna hang up high
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| I’ll be looking up
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| With gleam in my eye sayin'
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| It’s been a month of Sundays
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| And you’re laughing so loud
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| I don’t come down till Monday
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| The pressure’s cookin' up your head
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| Is spinnin' round
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| You’ll be digging your grave
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| About six feet under
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| Stringing you up
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| In the middle of the night
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| Goin' crazy
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| I can’t wait to see the sight
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| It’s been a month of Sundays
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| And you’re laughing so loud
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| I don’t come down till Monday
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| It’s been a month of Sundays
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| It’s been a month of Sundays
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| Keep a down side down
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| Keep a round side round
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| You wanna live, you wanna sit up
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| You wanna make it to the middle of the night
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| It’s been a month of Sundays
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| And you’re laughing so loud
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| I don’t come down till Monday |