With an extended Middle-8.
Written by: Todd Leiter-Weintraub
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fiogf49gjkf0d V1.
Miles from Monday
Will this weekend never end?
I’m not having fun
But for your sake I’ll pretend
I will laugh and I will smile
I am choking on my own jokes
I spit out the words
Just to watch them dripping down your face
V2.
Eons from Easter
And I was born to be reborn
Time after time
I’ve poked the eye of the storm
I have rained and I have hailed
Been blown away by my own gales
Thundered and crashed
Just to have it blow up in my face
(chorus)
And I can’t seem to find the time
To find time anymore
So I’m selling off the things
That I used to have in store
But I’m sure that I could use them
If I knew what they were for
(turnaround)
Knocked down on my ass
But that is where I want to be
With a kick from underneath
I can bring you down with me
Where you can look me in the eyes
But my contacts only tell you lies
And you still think you’ve got me figured out
I’m only the victim when it’s what I want to be
I gave up all control, when it seemed to serve my needs
But I’ll get it back
When the wall is on my back
And you still think you’ve got me figured out
(solo)
But I’ll get it back
When the wall is on my back
And you still think you’ve got me figured out
Minutes from Monday
Now the weekend’s at an end
I guess I had fun
Or at least that’s what I pretend
I did laugh and I did smile
I almost choked on my own jokes
Spit out the words
Just in time to save my life
© 2001 Todd Leiter-Weintraub
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