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Wake up It's Monday Lace up your shoes Walk out the door No one to notice anymore There's no one here anymore Wake up It's Tuesday Makeup your face Walk straight to work To get a good tip just flirt Smile so it doesn't have hurt Wake up It's Wednesday Comb out your hair Go through the rain The wet can hide the pain That's on your face in stains Wake up It's Thursday Look in the mirror Avoid your eyes Don't listen to empty lies To whispers in their eyes Wake up It's Friday Brush your teeth Swallow all fear No one left to listen here None to shout, **** or jeer Wake up It's Saturday Click out your notes Play back the laughs You've recorded in drafts Not much ever seems to last Wake up It's Sunday Button your dress Go pray at church Tell yourself it all has worth How could it get any worse Wake up It's Monday Lace up your shoes
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Wake up, it's Monday.
Wake up It's Monday Lace up your shoes Walk out the door No one to notice anymore There's no one here anymore Wake up It's Tuesday Makeup your face Walk straight to work To get a good tip just flirt Smile so it doesn't have hurt Wake up It's Wednesday Comb out your hair Go through the rain The wet can hide the pain That's on your face in stains Wake up It's Thursday Look in the mirror Avoid your eyes Don't listen to empty lies To whispers in their eyes Wake up It's Friday Brush your teeth Swallow all fear No one left to listen here None to shout, **** or jeer Wake up It's Saturday Click out your notes Play back the laughs You've recorded in drafts Not much ever seems to last Wake up It's Sunday Button your dress Go pray at church Tell yourself it all has worth How could it get any worse Wake up It's Monday Lace up your shoes
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
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