Mounday's are hard to wake up
and times runing out
heading for the dore
always on E,
no dout I'm bernd out.
there's got to be more,
more then this,
not sher what i'm looking for
but, some beleve in destany,
some beleve in fait,
I think happynes is
something we have to make.
I'm going for my drems
when one thing ends another must begin,
I'm tacking my chanses
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