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Black Monday
Black Monday is coming around again
And it feels like a friend that just won't take a hint
'Cause it's hanging me up
And it's hanging around
And I'm feeling far too lost to feel too profound
When the tone of my voice is the loneliest sound
My heroes have all become pathetic clowns
And I'm feeling far too lost to feel too profound
My friend Kate, you laugh like a tidal wave
But "Charlie don't surf" on your laughter on Black Mondays
And the shadows I feel are the shadows in me
And not even your face or your beautiful smile
Or the curve of your breasts or your laughing bright eyes
Could make me believe I'm a winner tonight
When Monday morning is just out of sight
I know a story
About a man who couldn't see past his fingertips
To reach out and touch it
Was just too much like he needs it
And I know a woman
Who reached out to me and all she got were my barbed-wire hands
And I won't be too proud
If she can't depend on me when Black Monday starts coming around
My friend Kate, you are sad and beautiful
And the way I am has never been too good for us
'Cause I'm too blind to hear, and I'm too deaf to see
But I still have a voice that can call out your name
With a gut full of beer and a head full of pain
I can lie in your arms and be lovers again
And thank God Tuesday morning is just hours away
Do you know, I won't let you down?
Rest your head when I come around
Do you know, you can count on me?
Laugh out loud, I see what you see
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Laugh out loud, I see what you see
Do you know, you can count on me?
Rest your head when I come around
Do you know, I won't let you down?
And thank God Tuesday morning is just hours away
I can lie in your arms and be lovers again
With a gut full of beer and a head full of pain
But I still have a voice that can call out your name
'Cause I'm too blind to hear, and I'm too deaf to see
And the way I am has never been too good for us
My friend Kate, you are sad and beautiful
If she can't depend on me when Black Monday starts coming around
And I won't be too proud
Who reached out to me and all she got were my barbed-wire hands
And I know a woman
Was just too much like he needs it
To reach out and touch it
About a man who couldn't see past his fingertips
I know a story
When Monday morning is just out of sight
Could make me believe I'm a winner tonight
Or the curve of your breasts or your laughing bright eyes
And not even your face or your beautiful smile
And the shadows I feel are the shadows in me
But "Charlie don't surf" on your laughter on Black Mondays
My friend Kate, you laugh like a tidal wave
And I'm feeling far too lost to feel too profound
My heroes have all become pathetic clowns
When the tone of my voice is the loneliest sound
And I'm feeling far too lost to feel too profound
And it's hanging around
'Cause it's hanging me up
And it feels like a friend that just won't take a hint
Black Monday is coming around again
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