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Wake Up, hello Monday |
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I'm a hero on the weekend no less Sunday |
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When I wake up, hello Monday |
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I face a week of heartache so my flesh would say. |
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Suddenly, the sky starts falling |
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Underneath this hurt is day |
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I walk outside a thousand windows |
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And sing to those I cannot save, save! |
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Wake Up, hello Monday |
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The night has failed to fill me up in any way |
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When I wake up, hello Monday |
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Who wins when loss and love compete for my day? |
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Suddenly, the sky starts falling |
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Underneath this hurt is day |
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I walk outside a thousand windows |
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And sing to those I cannot save, save! |
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Someone else may do this better |
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Someone else will surely be less poor |
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But no one else my God and King, |
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No one else will love you more. |
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I make my way to the living room sofa and I memorize the TV Guide |
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I grab my glass and sip some soda, better bottle up and close my eyes |
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'Cause I'm bent up, I'm broken, I'm beaten up and busted |
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40 years 'til this season ends, I sing a song that hope still matters |
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Found fullness in God's Son |
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Well I've got to wake up, wake up... |
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Someone else may do this better |
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Someone else will surely be less poor |
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But no one else my God and King, |
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No one else will love you more. |
