Paroles Five Days Of The Week de Pietasters

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5 days of the week I wake up from my sleep Before the sunrise and rub my bleary eyes Just the job for the summer I tell myself but it's a bummer In the shower turn it on after that then I'm gone Jog to my car, I really don't have that far Driving down the road I never see a soul The sun is just coming up, drink up coffee from my cup Just to keep myself awake, boy do I need a break.


(chorus: Monday's like Tuesday's, always go so slow. Wednesday it blows my mind half way left to go. Thursday it teases just beyond my grasp. Friday comes the week is done, I thought I'd never last. Reality's got ahold of me and it won't let go I work all day and I try to say Still there's nothing to show)


Get to work at 5 past 8, I sit and wait, My boss is late. The movement of the minute hand my boss is there with big requests Hope my dreamin' can't be true, there's so much I have to do On my feet, time to begin, ask myself just what I'm in While I'm working my mind Is drifting far away where work is missing Easy life without a care, click 3 times but I'm not there. Look at the dial against my will, time just seems to stand still. I wish I could fly away find myself a better day


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What I wouldn't do to be unemployed rich and free Someday I will wait and see not a thing to worry me No more out late at night, waking up before the light Party's out pretty right. Is my picture painted right. What I wouldn't do to be unemployed rich and free Someday I will wait and see not a thing to worry me No more out late at night, waking up before the light Party's out pretty right. Is my picture painted right. Taking a breath to clear my head, killing myself to make some bread Can't believe the job they have, ready to turn right where I stand Just when I'm about to quit had enough and over it Time for lunch I need a break, not much more that I can take Goodbye to work, I must go, so that I could have some dough Boost myself through the heat, ready to drop and take a seat Boss is yelling he doesn't pay for me to sit and waste away Just when I'm about to quit, day is over I'm over it.

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