One year like any old other year in a week like any week
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Monday lying down, half asleep
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People doing what people do, loving, working and getting through
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No portraits on the walls of Seventh Avenue
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Then Tuesday came and went like a helicopter overhead
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The letter that she left, cold addressed in red
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Tuesday came and went one, one September when
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Will she come again?
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The thing about memories they're sure and bound to fade
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Except for the stolen souls, left upon her blade
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Is Monday coming back? Well, that's what Mondays do
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They turn and turn around afraid to see it through
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Tuesday came and went like a helicopter overhead
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The letter that she left, cold addressed in red
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Tuesday came and went one, one September when
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Will she come again?
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Tuesday came and went one, one September when
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Cold and dressed in red, how could I forget?
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Tuesday came and went like a helicopter overhead
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Will she come again?
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Tuesday
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Five For Fighting |