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My bedroom smells like stale beer and cold Mc
Donaldsfries I woke up for my interview with mucus in my eyes
My morning pee reminds me of a sprinkler I once stole,
Do you know how hard it is to get 3 streams in I bowl
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Hangover Mondays- Tuesday looking great
Hangover-over Monday- I burped to taste the dinner fries I ate
My image in mirror keeps moving in frame
To the rhythmic pulsing pounding of the blood in mybrain It's- hard-.
Its hard to find my toothbrush since its usethenight before It gathered up a -hairball I when I foundit on the floor Hangover Monday take a little Advil forthe head Hangover Monday this is what my motheralways said...
Your liver gonna kill youyour livers gonna kill youjust wait and see
So I'll get another one like David Crosby
Hangover Monday's and Mickey Mantle
Hangover Monday's after all this
I'm sure a transplant I could handle
I unplugged the phone sometime around four
When my girlfriend called to yell at me aboutmy arm around a whore
I couldn't recall this woman as I scratched my throbbing head'
Till I found her passed out naked on the floor besides my bed
Hangover Monday's I woke her then I called a cab
Hangover Monday's she told me that the sex was really bad
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