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Oh, Mr. Monday me oh my, |
You collect on the tears we cry. |
Where's the reason where's the rhyme? |
Mr. Monday, can you spare a dime? @* |
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The world is calling you, |
But you don't wanna hear. |
You're holding on to all that's left of yesterday. |
The cry of "Come together" |
Ringing in your ears, |
But you just wait |
For someone else to find the way. |
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You hide tomorrow, |
In the corner of your mind |
And tell yourself you're everything |
You wanna be. |
You want the pot of gold |
That only seekers find, |
But all you have |
To give us is your sympathy. |
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You could find the love to give, |
But you can't spare the time. |
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