Sunday
Sunday again.
There is this moment, every week,
Where this day switches from first to last,
When Monday comes, slowly looking around the door.
It is a long way to Friday again.
I will put on my war paint.
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Sunday
Sunday again.
There is this moment, every week,
Where this day switches from first to last,
When Monday comes, slowly looking around the door.
It is a long way to Friday again.
I will put on my war paint.