Broken-Hearted Janitors

Broken-Hearted Janitors - 5 and 8 lyrics

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5 o clocks overrated

The night leaves me jaded

There's nothing on tv

You're everything to me

And I'd wish this would pass

But you're at the bottom of every glass



Why can't I have a happy hour?

Hell, why can't I have two?

When did everything turn sour?

I'll take another shot

And drown the thought

Of you



8 a.m. is overrated

Who wants to live when night has faded?

I sit in traffic on the freeway

Wishin that you'd stay

And I sit back to yawn

And embrace the dawn



Gimme a tall one

Hell, gimme two

Too bad you had to run

Tonight I'll take another shot

And drink away the thought

Of you



Why can't I have a happy hour?

Hell, why can't I have two?

When did everything turn sour?

I'll take another shot

And drown the thought

Of you
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Language: English

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