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Past morning and I raise my head |
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Won't turn on the lights, won't get out of bed |
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Phone bugs me, baby, you're not here |
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I wish I didn't wake up |
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How I wish today was yesterday's news |
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In my head I can't get no truce |
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Friends seem like foes, creeps on the street |
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They're always here to greet me |
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Dogday mornings |
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Yeah, dogday mornings |
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Dogday mornings |
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I open my eyes and they meet me |
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Dogday mornings always there to greet me |
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Been so long since the good times rolled |
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Police, thieves, hookers all outta control |
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Some get looked up, some just gotta go |
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New days are-a-rising but I don't wanna know |
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Past sunrise and the drink's gone sour |
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Wanna turn time back to the midnight hour |
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In my dreams you're always here with me |
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But they always wake me up to greet me, to greet me |
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Dogday mornings |
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Yeah, dogday mornings |
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Dogday mornings |
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I open my eyes and they meet me |
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Yeah, dogday mornings |
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Yeah, dogday mornings |
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Dogday mornings always there to greet me |
