[Music & lyrics - T. Leonard]
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Once a week I spit it out
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Monday I receive
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Once a week without a doubt
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Monday hard to believe
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Once a week I give it up
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Monday never shows
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Once a week I lift it up
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Monday down it goes
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Struggle between your word my deed
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To the latter I always concede
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A two legged chair I choose to build
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On bread alone I choose to feed
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Well then why even with all this bread
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Do I buckle from the pain?
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It's just sad cause I know what
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I need has nothing to do with grain
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Still I try, but nothing my hands make
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Can ever fill this hole
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It's just sad, cause getting what
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I need is so rarely my goal
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One day I'm stability
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The next thing that I know
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I'm relearning humility
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While chasing every stone and
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I start to throw in all directions
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Then I see your hand
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Scribbling down convictions
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Hassles in the sand
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Well then why even with all this bread
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Do I buckle from the pain?
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It's just sad cause I know what
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I need has nothing to do with grain
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Still I try, but nothing my hands make
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Can ever fill this hole
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It's just sad, cause getting what
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I need is so rarely my goal
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Struggle between your word my deed
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To the latter I always concede
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A two legged chair I choose to build
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On bread alone I choose to feed
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Once A Week
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| Enchant |
