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Four days left in the week |
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And already |
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I looked ahead |
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I'm tired, so anxious |
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Dazed, confused, and seeing red |
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Sometimes the day seem so long |
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I wish my boss hadn't taken my bong |
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Sometimes the days seem long.. so long |
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I stare at the clock |
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It doesn't move, no not all |
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The work day is so long |
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Like a night of insomnia |
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Sometimes the day seem so long |
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I wish my boss hadn't taken my bong |
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Sometimes the days seem long.. so long |
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So I shut my eyes and fantasize about anything that 'll come to mind |
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To more perverse the better |
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I shut my eyes and fantasize about all the really horrendous things |
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I could be doing |
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I shut my eyes and fantasize - there better be more than this is this a really bad joke |
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I could be out right now doing all the really horrendous things |
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I've been imagining |
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It couldn't possibly be so boring |
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Friday, only one more day |
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To endure this tendiousness |
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The clock won't move at all |
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So I wat and |
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I wait Sometimes the days seem so long |
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I wish my boss hadn't taken my bong |
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Sometimes the days seem long.. so long |
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So I shut my eyes and fantasize about anything that 'll come to mind |
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The more perverse the better |
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I shut my eyes and fantasize about all the horrendous things |
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I could be doing |
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It couldn't possibly be so boring |
