"Sunday" genre: Power Pop
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	Credits: Chris McGuire
	Lyrics Running out the door couldn't make my lunch I'm leaving late Didn't say goodbye cause I ain't got time to hesitate Tell us how you feel? How I dread these dreadful monday days The weekend flies so fast I feel like I missed Sunday I'm banging on my horn 'cause the light is green, it's time to go Merge onto the 405, all the cars are moving slow Tell us how you feel? No I can't, I've got no time to say But why is everybody driving like it's Sunday Rats in the race again Slices of cheese to win Run like they run for their lives Perhaps on their deathbeds they might finally open their eyes Running through the office, why is this door not unlocked? Looking at my watch to make sure that it's passed 9:00 Tell us how you feel? I feel stupid in the biggest way I'm looking at the date on my watch: it's Sunday

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