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The Morning After
It’s Sunday morning I’m wearing your clothes
And I’m lighting a smoke with the lighter you left here
Life is still fresh and new
And I’m thinking of you
And how you might be feeling
My old friend sleep is beckoning back
Didn’t want to get out of bed today
The ceiling was too comforting
And I didn’t want to face the day
But now I’m up it’s pretty easy
To just drift through
And let it be
And wait until tomorrow
And then I’ll see what happens next.
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