Mondays is for drinking to the seldom sink in
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And the rest you can keep
There's a hole in my neighborhood
Down which of the blades I cannot help but fall
There's a hole in my neighborhood
Down which of the blades I cannot help but fall
Oh there's a hole
Ness for drinking to the substance
Oh there's a hole
Oh there's a hole
There's this whispering of jokers
To a flesh-fired impound
To the chorus of supposers
For the little child forced
Oh there's a hole in my neighborhood
There was twisted karaoke at the Annecy Lounge
And a brilliant friend of Moses for the Duchy of God
And the Duchy of God
And the Duchy of God
There's a hole in my neighborhood down which
Of late I cannot have my soul
There's a hole in my neighborhood down which
Of late I cannot have my soul
There's a hole in my neighborhood down which
Of late I cannot have my soul
And someday we'll be treasured with a sense of care
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh