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Monday morning hit me at a hundred miles an hour, so I ripped out thetelephone and waited in the shower nobody came rushing in when I beganto scream the morning that I realised that this was not a dream sweetsuccess is up and above poverty below I wake in the middle and I pressthe green to go passion and sobriety are yelling in my head can't sleepover money I got cobras in my bed! I am tired, I am lonely all I needs alittle mercy and here it comes! Here it comes I'm worried I won't makeit and I'm dogged by good advice scared that I might lose it and I can'tafford the price hounded by these images designed to turn me on whatplanet do the people in the adverts all live on? Now I'm tired, now I'mlonely all I needs a little mercy and here it comes! Here it comes! Oh,judge come and put your arms around me oh, and take me to a quiet riveroh, we'll lash our bodies in the water - vow no one can touch us nowabove our heads it's up there Monday morning hit me at a hundred milesan hour so I ripped out the telephone and waited in the shower nobodycame rushing in when I began to scream the morning I realised that thiswas not a dream I am tired, I am lonely all I needs a little mercy I amtired, I am lonely all I needs a little mercy and here it comes! Here itcomes! Here it comes! Here it comes!
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