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Iceman
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 Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 11:19 pm |
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Joined: Thu May 05, 2011 11:24 pm
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Monday beckons, weekend's miles away
Workbell rings and your dreams fade
The same routine as you clock in today
casts away the plans you made
You think about the things you did and said
Got drunk and made all your friends laugh
Took the piss cos your two mates got wed
You shouted out "your dress looks naff"
Cars all queue as you slip out and smoke
A fag that you say "it's my last"
The fumes and fags all make you wanna choke
Your'e paying for your wild wild past
Your mobile ring shouts "unknown Number"
You know theyr'e asking for more cash
Monday's tough wish you could slumber
Instead of rush hours crazy dash.
The boss is shouting its your shift again
You stub your fag and call it a day
He doesnt care and he wont now explain
Why he docked you so much pay
You have your thoughts, they cant take those away
You stand and stare and take it all in
Just longing for it to be Saturday
The weekend fun can then begin
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Witch
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 6:03 pm |
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Joined: Tue May 03, 2011 8:34 pm
Posts: 222
Location: Lost
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Sounds like my full week, not just a Monday
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