I wake and yawn at the crack of dawn
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With dewdrops on my feet
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As I rise up to greet the morning
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Nothing much to eat
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Every breath I take seems to make my body ache
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My only friend is mist on a Monday morning
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Pick up my sack and walk for miles
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Never thinking why
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To the brewer's yard where I can sit
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And watch my life go by
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Drink and Drink all day till my memory melts away
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I need a friend like mist on a Monday morning
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Where's my wife, has she gone
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I hear misty morning call
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One foot resting in the grave
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Destined not to see her anymore
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There's a den in the grass by the autopath
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Of corrugated steel
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I may be sleeping there tonight
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And depending how I feel
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Damp and dirty place
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Printing sorrow on my face
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With nothing but the mist on a Monday morning
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CHORUS
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From meths and gin I feel the sin
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Like wheels upon my feet
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Intoxicated by the night
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I stumbled in the street
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Every breath I take seems to make my body ache
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And drift into the mist on a Monday morning
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Mist on a Monday Morning
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| Electric Light Orchestra |
