I can never really tell if its Morning or Mourning.
For sure, it's both, if it's Monday Morning,
But some people welcome the coo coo at the crack of dawning
I don't see why, pull away from my bed and I'm always yawning
I can never really tell if its Mourning or Morning
You could have a funeral in the morning and also be mourning
But some people may find that too early to withstand something so boring
I don't see why, because both are just equally as snoring
I can never really tell if its Morning or Mourning
What is the need for either or both?
I'm certain that these two are the things that create all the warring
Morning is too early to begin adoring
And, well, Mourning is just too sad to start exploring.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
I can never really tell if its Morning or Mourning.
For sure, it's both, if it's Monday Morning,
But some people welcome the coo coo at the crack of dawning
I don't see why, pull away from my bed and I'm always yawning
I can never really tell if its Mourning or Morning
You could have a funeral in the morning and also be mourning
But some people may find that too early to withstand something so boring
I don't see why, because both are just equally as snoring
I can never really tell if its Morning or Mourning
What is the need for either or both?
I'm certain that these two are the things that create all the warring
Morning is too early to begin adoring
And, well, Mourning is just too sad to start exploring.
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