The Friendzone Blues
Dom Thomas
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Though my new solitude Makes my day times abore My evenings empty My night times a chore There is nothing I mourn More then mornings of your Sweet honey dew Tastes so luscious When you serve it for two But turns to mush soon as the two some is through Don't you hate having breakfast alone Breakfast alone The only raspy voice you hear is your own Thoughts of the past put salty tears in your scone Your honeys on your toast not your phone That won't ring Hate that thing Hear me sing about Bitter brown grounds and the sunny side downs And the dawns that us to be Rubbing sleep from your eyes Half an hour before we'd rise Now I throw my clothes when reveille blows in the morning for me Morning for me Is sitting staring in my black coffee cup And softly swearin how I hated to see That morning sun come up
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