Cut Me Down

Monday morning spent the night conforming
 To a Tuesday's preparation pace
 Wednesday showed me to the girl Naomi
 With the black hair obscuring her face
 Thursday had a tangerine taste lingering
 Like old sweat clinging to your shoes
 Though the daylight's curtains close, these memories
 Still falter from daily abuse
 Don't cut me down
 Just cause your voice is loud
 It doesn't mean a thing
 If your pendulum won't swing
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 Friday got into a fight, they didn't last
 A chance against her in the end
 Why give everything you've got
 When all you have to do is just simply pretend
 Wrap this all around your shoulders, like a spool of
 Wire to fuel your circuit dreams
 Spend your life conducting one false light
 And you will feel like another machine
 Don't cut me down
 Just cause your voice is loud
 It doesn't mean a thing
 If your pendulum won't swing
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 Sunday's just another Monday, tinged with
 A procrastinator's frantic fear
 No regrets until the weekend ends
 I'll just change myself at the new year
 Don't cut me down
 Just cause your voice is loud
 It doesn't mean a thing
 If your pendulum won't swing