| There were times when being together was fun
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| And there were times when being apart was even more fun
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| And there was times when there was nothing but time
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| And that was no fun
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| Well, the man just let me out
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| And I think it’s Monday morning
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| There’s a taste here in my mouth
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| That tastes like Monday morning
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| If I’m tasting my own mouth
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| And if it’s Monday morning
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| Well I should be doin' fine
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| When I get you off my mind
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| And if it’s Monday morning
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| My eyes are a little blurred
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| For a Monday morning
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| You’re leaving town, I’ve heard
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| If it’s Monday morning
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| So goodbye is another word
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| For a Monday morning
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| But I could be doin' fine
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| If I could get you off my mind
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| And if it’s Monday morning
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| Won’t someone help me quick?
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| I’m down and I’m feelin' sick
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| There’s just too much of my head that’s showin'
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| God, if you won’t help me
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| Then help me, help me
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| Cause I’m not exactly sure where I’m goin'
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| Well, I know I should go home
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| If it’s Monday morning
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| 'Cause our room is all alone
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| If it’s Monday morning
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| But I’ll probably get stoned
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| If it’s Monday morning
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| Then I’ll think I’m doin' fine
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| But I’ll bet you’re on my mind
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| Come next Monday morning
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| Well, the man just let me out
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| And I think it’s Monday morning
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| There’s a taste here in my mouth
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| That tastes like Monday morning |