It’s four in the afternoon
I see the sun is out
But I’m swept away
Inside of my black cloud
Consulted with mr moon
He’s got a black log pending
With broken hearts till june
Well I never should of listened
Look at what you’re putting me through
What the hell am I gonna do
Well I don’t know
I just wander round thinking
My head's in a washing machine
What the hell’s all this
Supposed to mean
I guess I’m still getting over you
It’s four in the afternoon
A little note to self
Your case of late night blues
Don’t mix with mojito
Consulted with mr moon
He told me take a bath
And go to bed early
Drink warm milk and then you
Should wake up feeling a box of birds
But now it’s seven in the morning
Didn’t get a wink of sleep
Now its time to get up
And go to work
I still wander round thinking
My heads in a washing machine
What the hell’s all this
Supposed to mean
I guess I’m still getting over you
It’s 4 in the afternoon
I see the sun is out
But I’m swept away inside of my black cloud
consulted with mr moon
He said he’d try to fit me in there somewhere
Right around the 12th of june
It's 4 in the afternoon
A little note to self
White rum and sugar and mint
And bubbly water
Is not a cure for a broken heart
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