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A C# F#m D A
Monday fell hard like the weight of the world
D A E
weighing down my shoulders
A C# F#m D A
Tuesday, why did you stay so late
E A
this I can't abide
Chorus:
B5 D5 A F#7
So I stand in line, so I wait in line
B D E F#m
everyone must honor their own anodyne
B5 D5 A
so I hang around, so I hang around
F#7
and now we hear the
D
homeless philharmonic singin'
A A/G# A/F# E
all the Charlie's angels to their
D E
heavenly convergence in the sky
D E
you and me, come on let's hitch a ride
Paint me confused on a carnival cruise
this tortured ambulance chaser
but I'm cured, I've got two feet on the floor
guess that's all I need
Chorus
I must confide that I'm fit to be tied
I'm fit to be homeward rollin'
attuned, beneath the wayward moon
singing me to sleep
C#
and as the weekend's ending
F#m
with the weekdays pending
B
having trouble comprehending
E E7
how I'll make it through
Till I stand in line, till I wait in line
everyone must honor their own anodyne
so I hang around, so I hang around
and now we hear the
homeless philharmonic singin'
all the Charlie's angels to their
heavenly convergence in the sky
suck it down, we're all gonna hitch a ride
Monday fell hard like the weight of the world
weighing down my shoulders