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Sunday. The coffee knows, and my toes; I can't move either. Sunday. House is quiet, after the riot; it's a breather. Monday. Comes too fast, a weekend passed; not a pleaser. Sunday. Through a week, your silent break is just a teaser. Sunday. Feelin' lazy; it's all hazy...
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
sunday mornin'
Sunday. The coffee knows, and my toes; I can't move either. Sunday. House is quiet, after the riot; it's a breather. Monday. Comes too fast, a weekend passed; not a pleaser. Sunday. Through a week, your silent break is just a teaser. Sunday. Feelin' lazy; it's all hazy...
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
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