Hello Monday Morning, try and talk your way out of this one
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For today's grand performance try and make the most of the love that's left
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As you board the train or park the car
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Fly me to where you are
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And I'll sleep in on your shoulder
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Trying to forget the everything that weighs you down
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Tongue-tied, staring at the ceiling all night
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Trying to believe that sometime, one day, maybe we might just come around
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And stop running so fast
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And stop running so fast
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Well, hello Monday's calling, try and talk your way out of this one
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It's just motorways of empty cars, full speed stop and starts
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But I'm sleeping on your shoulder
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Trying to forget the everything that weighs you down
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Tongue-tied, staring at the ceiling all night
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Trying to believe that sometime, one day, maybe we might just come around
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And stop running so fast
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And stop running so fast
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And stop running so fast
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And stop running so fast
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Monday Morning
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| Morning Parade |
