The heart sinks deep?
It's the Sunday-weep.
It's the Sunday-weep.
You want to know why?
It's the Sunday-cry.
It's the Sunday-cry.
Feels like your soul has a bruise?
It's the Sunday-blues.
It's the Sunday-blues.
The mood stinks?
It's the Sunday-jinx.
It's the Sunday-jinx.
Everything blows?
That's how the Sunday goes.
That's how the Sunday goes.
You're a depressed mess?
It's the Sunday-stress.
It's the Sunday-stress.
It's not your fault, Sunday!
You just happen to be before Monday.
You just happen to be before Monday.
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