Monday morning, 6AM, I'm on the road, I'm off again, Another town, without you, Was it here, was it there, Distorted thoughts, but I don't care, Another
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Looking at the world around For the very first time Never seen it all before Hope it's not all mine On Monday morning all alone I woke within my house
broken heart, his strength will remain for memories every fucking day. Every word you said came true, with this knife to your throat. You got left in this hole, left alone
friends are for Monday morning my head is on fire my heart feels like a stone it's not a mystery to me I should have never left you here alone these
your bed An arrow that once pierced my heart Points to the apple on your head Three sides to Every story Yours, mine and Monday morning's Cupid's dead
Monday morning and the coffee's on What happened to my perfect world? Front page news she's already gone Say hello to the goodbye girl L.A. traffic don
like a Gucci sweater To get you all alone in a tong I'd do whatever Get me a bottle of Dom, I do it better Wake up in the morning baby stuck together,
your bed An arrow that once pierced your heart Points to the apple on your head Three sides to every story Yours, mine And, Monday morning's CUPID
live in the world When you can live in your head? Mmm, when you can go out late from Monday Till Saturday turns into Sunday And now we're back here on Monday
is fine. You can see that No Vacancy sign from the window of room 39 Monday morning at half past eight, everybody?s gone, they left no trace. I sit alone
sworn and broken All that's gone away When Monday morning you can't wake up Still dreaming' of what could've been Something good has gone and left you
you all alone in a thong, I'd do whatever Get me off a bottle of dome I'd do it better Wake up in the morning baby stuck together, you and I Hey,
had got us hooked up And all our time it took up I got a job with Stanley He said I'd come in handy And started me on Monday So I had a bath on Sunday
man Not just any man One of a kind --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Let It Flow First thing Monday morning
fine. You can see that No Vacancy sign from the window of room 39 Monday morning at half past eight, everybody's gone, they left no trace. I sit alone
made your bed An arrow that once pierced your heart Points to the apple on your head Three sides to every story Yours, mine And, Monday morning's CUPID
