I hate your guts on Sunday
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no other day of the week
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I hate your guts on Sunday
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but Monday morning you look so sweet
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I hate your guts on Sunday
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and I'm not even sure why
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'cause I love your guts on Friday night
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You gotta go work while I stay here
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just sitting and scratching in my underwear
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Hating you on Sunday really only means I care
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I hate your guts on Sunday
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and I don't know what to do
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Monday's the catalyst for readjusting my attitude
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I hate your guts on Sunday
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I hate my own guts as well
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but every other day I think you're swell
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Sunday always feels like a funeral
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like setting the alarm to be on time for school
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But don't sweat and don't forget
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that every other day I think you're totally cool
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I Hate Your Guts On Sunday
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| Screeching Weasel |
