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Artist: Sting |
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Album: Ten Summoner's Tales |
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Title: Seven Days |
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By Edison |
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Seven days, was all she wrote |
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A kind of ultimatum note, she gave to me |
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She gave to me |
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When I thought the field had cleared |
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It seems another suit appeared to challenge me |
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Woe is me |
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Though I hate to make a choice |
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My options are decreasing mostly rapidly |
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Well, we'll see |
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I don't think she'd bluff this time |
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I really have to make her mine |
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It's plain to see, it's him or me |
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Monday, I could wait till Tuesday |
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If I make up my mind |
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Wedn'sday would be fine |
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Thursday's on my mind |
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Friday'd give me time |
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Saturday could wait |
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But Sunday'd be too late |
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The fact he's over six feet ten |
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Might instil fear in other men |
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But not in me |
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The mighty flea |
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Ask if I am mouse or man |
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The mirror squeaked, away I ran |
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He'll murder me in time for his tea |
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Does it bother me at all? |
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My rival is Neanderthal |
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It makes me think |
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Perhaps I need a drink |
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I.Q. is no problem here |
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We won't be playing Scrabble for |
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Her hand, I fear |
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I need that beer |
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Monday, I could wait till Tuesday |
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If I make up my mind |
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Wedn'sday would be fine |
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Thursday's on my mind |
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Friday'd give me time |
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Saturday could wait |
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But Sunday'd be too late |
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Seven days will quickly go |
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The fact remains, I love her so |
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Seven days |
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So many ways |
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But I can't run away |
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I can't run away |
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Monday, I could wait till Tuesday |
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If I make up my mind |
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Wedn'sday would be fine |
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Thursday's on my mind |
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Friday'd give me time |
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Saturday could wait |
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But Sunday'd be too late |
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Do I have to tell a story |
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Of a thousand rainy days |
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Since we first met? |
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It's a big enough umbrella |
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But it's always me that ends up |
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Getting wet. Yeah, Yeah. |
