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Monday Morning Desperate

it out of you why can't the love the way you love why can't your dreams come true and I see the pain running from your eyes it tells me that you're desperate

I cross my fingers on a Monday morning I keep on smiling and I keep on singing So sure that I don't deserve it My throat aches and my ears are ringing

it but nothing really gets them that high Steal away in the morning love's already history to you It's a habit you're forming this body's desperate

it but nothing really gets them that high Steal away in the morning love's already history to you It's a habit you're forming this body's desperate

explain it but nothing really gets them that high Steal away in the morning love's already history to you It's a habit you're forming this body's desperate

it but nothing really gets them that high Steal away in the morning love's already history to you It's a habit you're forming this body's desperate