Thursday, November 22, 2012

When the morning comes

Morning comes and I’m still on the run
On that road they call your life
I’ve had a few too many broke up with the
Wife –I hate when the morning comes

Every day reminds me of the life I had before
The sun still shines another metaphor
Of what I could have been he said
Don’t you hate the morning when it comes

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