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It's Monday again, hot and dead
And cars keep leaving clouds of dirt
It's the same again and retread
These hours limp like second hands hurt
The dusty hourglass where sand bled
Shows me where we cut all time short
It's Monday again, hot and dead
And cars keep leaving clouds of dirt
In the end, what have the clocks lead?
The way our given hours desert
The ways time has rendered us curt
I realize long ago that I fled
It's Monday again, hot and dead.
