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Sunday evening is at you again
Stress and fear ripping through your brain
Monday morning is closing in on you
Hours away, there's nothing you can do

Grab a beer, turn on the TV
Gameshows and moronic comedies
No distraction from your tragic fate
Even if, it's already too late

Tick-tock goes the clock in your head
Clench the pillow in your sweat-soaked bed
Nightmares if you only can dream
Panic or sorrow - nothing in between

Your mind is running high on fire
No salvation, no time to rewire
This is just your weekly chore
Try to sleep... as you get ready for war

Bloody visions of tomorrow's dangers
Pressure's high - anxiety's not a stranger
Flush it down with sleeping pills
The only outcome is you feeling ill

Tension mounts, feels like in a tomb
You'd crawl back to your mama's womb
Wake up at dawn, your mind is blown
Get on the bus - it's time for you to go!

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