Gavin Slate - Monday

You've been worked up|You've never been one for the small talk|It's a long walk home on College street|You've grown sick of |Waiting for the chances that don't come |I guess the good ones come as they please ||When you're desperate for a reason to go on |And you feel like this whole life was all for not |When the smoke from your last cigarette's not enough to pick you up|You might wake up on Monday and fall in love ||Nothing feels right |When you're living those long nights |It's a hard life that breaks you with ease |Pickup the pieces, oh you don't even need them |What's left to believe in |When you can't keep your feet ||When you're desperate for a reason to go on |And you feel like this whole life was all for not |When the smoke from your last cigarette's not enough to pick you up|You might wake up on Monday and fall in love|

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