Monday in London Lyrics
End of the Line

One voice inside to another says "I've got more
problems than us both". But that's so sick to call
life a problem that has its needs and needs to be
solved. she thinks it over while her satin black
mane waves perfectly over one eye. she sits
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cross-legged doubled over as if she's clutching a
child waiting to die. Is it worth it? If you want
to find peace at the end of the road I promise
I'll be there. Her heart has no bearing a weak
sense of directions and things take too long to
register. Listen to regrets, at long last she's
released his love. And the front door haunts her.