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What a tough day Hoping tomorrow will be better Squeeze the pillow tight Try and forget your night. You stopped washing your jeans Read about it in a magazine Adds character apparently Creases, dirt and gallantry. Always short of money Bills never stop a coming Try and turn a blind eye But the end is nigh. Monday to Friday passes Taste of stale bourbon fades Appetite starts to grow Time to do it all again in woe.
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
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What a tough day Hoping tomorrow will be better Squeeze the pillow tight Try and forget your night. You stopped washing your jeans Read about it in a magazine Adds character apparently Creases, dirt and gallantry. Always short of money Bills never stop a coming Try and turn a blind eye But the end is nigh. Monday to Friday passes Taste of stale bourbon fades Appetite starts to grow Time to do it all again in woe.
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
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