(Excuse my ghetto link but how annoying would it be if this happened EVERY TIME you opened my page?)
For those who wake
With a blind headache
Who must be still
Who will sit and wait
For Sunday, to be Monday
For those with guilt
For those who wilt
Under pressure
No tears over spilt milk
With a blind headache
Who must be still
Who will sit and wait
For Sunday, to be Monday
For those with guilt
For those who wilt
Under pressure
No tears over spilt milk
Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away
Do nothing today
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away
[It's] Sunday
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