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In no good sense, smokin’ my desires away, they could never be yours
In hopelessness as there heads another place, it could never be yours
Oohhh
In restlessness, folding logic into twelve, they could never be yours
No good bends, find no angle to make peace, they could never be yours
Monday morning I am every waking, hoping that it was a dream, but it seems that I am still asleep
Ooohh
Lonelyness, settles softly like a song, where the beauty is the pain
Please connect, I can tell you what I mean, by it will never be yours
Monday morning I am every waking, hoping that it was a dream, but it seems that I am still asleep
Ooohh
Monday morning comes again and I have more regrets than I can ev-ever hope to face, without a trace
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