Gotta Sitting by the bedroom window, looking at a slideshow on a Sunday But it's Monday, well how would I know.
I've been looking at the same old window, Years later on a Monday.
Thinking something would come from doing the same thing.
About time to give up on the same old stuff I'm stuck on.
And just say that it went wrong and move along.
Sayonara, till tomorrow, it's just how it goes sometimes.
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You gotta keep on climbing the hill.
Cause if you think you'll make it you will.
Go swimming quick like a fish and every wish will be fulfilled.
Strike up and start the parade.
Cutting down the weeds keep swinging the blade.
And when you fire that warning shot you'll have a spot made in the shade.
Standing at a side street station, Feeling like one way on the down low.
Flying solo till further delay.
Easy blame it on procrastination, Always hoping somehow that the nonsense.
This time will make sense, stuck in circles.
Faces in the sunshine, they never look at mine.
People just walk by, and keep their eyes low.
Sayonara, till tomorrow its just how it goes.
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