Monday morning takes a little longer
To clear away the cobwebs in my head
It's afternoon before my body lets me
To change my eyes back to blue from bloodshot red
Then it's back to a bottle filled with foam
For my evening pick me up on my way home
The days pass by my foggy mind my hair is turning gray
It gets more and more like Monday everyday
Through lonely nights I struggle just waiting
For another day just like the one before
My shaky hands will tremble as I stumble
Through the day till I go running back for more
Then it's back to a bottle filled with foam
For my evening pick me up on my way home
The days pass by my foggy mind my hair is turning gray
It gets more and more like Monday everyday
It gets more and more like Monday everyday
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