I woke up this morning
In the middle of the night
Saying to myself
such a dandy plight
Every thorn has it's rose
Every brier patch it's hare
Every Monday has it's shame
for the weekend it bares
You can buy salvation
for a dollar a shot
During happy hour
So much redemption why stop ?
All the glasses
in a row
Why they call them shots
I already know
Every thorn has it's rose
Every brier patch it's hare
Desolation is one after another
Until you just don't care
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
I woke up this morning
In the middle of the night
Saying to myself
such a dandy plight
Every thorn has it's rose
Every brier patch it's hare
Every Monday has it's shame
for the weekend it bares
You can buy salvation
for a dollar a shot
During happy hour
So much redemption why stop ?
All the glasses
in a row
Why they call them shots
I already know
Every thorn has it's rose
Every brier patch it's hare
Desolation is one after another
Until you just don't care
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