Monday Morning Wake Up Call
its 11:37 and im just wakin up
take off the covers and i go get some coffee
damn i told myself last nite
was gunna be the last time
i left u
so now im sittin on the porch of run down old shack
downtown new york
and now im laying on top of the highest window
of this run down shack below 24th
ready to go.
and i told myself
i told myself
i was smarter than this
and smarter than you
and i told myself
and i told myself
this was gunna be the last time
i left you.
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