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Enchant

Genres: Rock

Monday Lyrics - Enchant

I'm not alone 

There are millions who are just like me 

Is our life our own? 

Are we breed to think everything's fine? 

Just another ant in the line 

 

I don't want to be 

One more calf who's suckling the cash cow 

Dressed like a corporate freak 

Begging the clock to give me the chance to be me 

A few moments just to be free 

 

Swallow the lie just to get by 

But I'm sick of this bag of feed 

Try to hide but it feels like 

You're caught in a landslide 

 

When dreams die 

You can chalk it all 

Up to the Monday 

Blame it all on a Monday 

 

Friday feels all right 

You think you got all night 

Saturday is great but then it gets too late 

And when Sunday comes around 

It brings you right back down dreading Monday 

 

And all of what used to define you 

Serves only just to remind you 

Of the man 

You'd hoped to be 

 

I can't believe 

I'm on the clock and wearin' a monkey suit 

Where is my dream? 

You know the one where I'm up on a stage 

I guess I'm missin' that page 

 

Take a quick look 

Glance through the book 

Before I'm put back in my cage 

Shed your skin the transformation begins 

 

Chalk outline 

And the finger points to a Monday 

The only suspect is Monday 

 

Friday feels all right 

You think you got all night 

Saturday is great but then it gets too late 

And when Sunday comes around 

It brings you right back down dreading Monday 

 

And all of what used to defined you 

Serves only just to remind you 

Of the man 

You'll never be, oh yeah 

 

I'm not alone 

Mindless masses trapped just like me 

Busy little drones 

Day in day out we're all pawns for the queen 

I guess it's how it will be 

 

Chained to my desk 

Just like the rest 

Who have surrendered their dreams 

Shed your skin the transformation begins 

 

Chalk outline 

And the finger points to a Monday 

Blame it all on a Monday 

 

Friday feels all right 

You think you got all night 

Saturday is great but then it gets too late 

And when Sunday comes around 

It brings you right back down dreading Monday 

 

Chalk it all up to a Monday 

Blame it all on a Monday 

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