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I spent my weekend blasted
Out of my head
5: 30 Monday morning
Get out of my bed
Old lady's out in the kitchen
Bitchin' till I go insane
Yes it's Monday, Monday again
Yes it's Monday again
I stand in line, it's raining
My bus is late
Elbow my way through crowds of people I hate
Nobody pays attention
Nobody knows my name
Yes it's Monday, Monday again
Yes it's Monday again
Sit hypnotised by a computer
Chained, I'm a slave to time
Five days to go before there's freedom
I got the weekend on my mind
Listen I'm sick of rejection
Damn, how I wish I could say
No more Mondays, Mondays again
No more Mondays again
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