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Sunday night is a dull hum constantly buzzing in my ear Sunday night is a broken clock hands stuck at five to five Sunday night is experiencing technical difficulties bars of black, white, and other colors Sunday is so high it can't get off the couch was that somebody knocking at the door? Sunday night is so drunk it fell asleep in the closet only to wake up thinking this doesn't look like my bed Sunday night is trying out for varsity only to make the practice squad Sunday night is a suburban strip mall at five AM on a Monday I took my Sunday nights and poured them in a glass downed it in one gulp and projectile vomited all over my Monday through Saturdays I took my Sunday nights and put them on a page for you
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
Trapped in Sunday Nights
Sunday night is a dull hum constantly buzzing in my ear Sunday night is a broken clock hands stuck at five to five Sunday night is experiencing technical difficulties bars of black, white, and other colors Sunday is so high it can't get off the couch was that somebody knocking at the door? Sunday night is so drunk it fell asleep in the closet only to wake up thinking this doesn't look like my bed Sunday night is trying out for varsity only to make the practice squad Sunday night is a suburban strip mall at five AM on a Monday I took my Sunday nights and poured them in a glass downed it in one gulp and projectile vomited all over my Monday through Saturdays I took my Sunday nights and put them on a page for you
harry-j-baxter
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English
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
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