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I hate your guts on Sunday no other day of the week I hate your guts on Sundaybut Monday morning you look so sweet
I hate your guts on Sunday and I'm noteven sure why 'cause I love your guts on Friday night You gotta go work while
I stay here just sitting and scratching in my underwear Hating you on Sundayreally only means I care I hate your guts on Sunday and I don't know what todo Monday's the catalyst for readjusting my attitude I hate your guts on
Sunday I hate my own guts as well but every other day I think you're swell
Sunday always feels like a funeral like setting the alarm to be on time forschool But don't sweat and don't forget that every other day I think you'retotally cool
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