Sunday was a busted van
She had more than she could stand
It went in a little too deep
It wasn’t that she couldn’t take it
Monday found her dead and gone
Left here all alone
Here’s to another day of great expectations
Went to find the guys underneath the billboard sign that said
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It will be sublime
What ya’ got to looooose
It will be sublime
Oh, baby, I’m a foooool for you
Tuesday was so nice
We made it all the way to Phoenix
To celebrate the day we bowed our heads and prayed
Wednesday caught me by surprise
There was no one left but I
Here’s to another day of just not knowing
I cried to the One that I prayed to the night before
What’s it like back home
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By Friday I was crashing like a wrecking ball
At the liquor store on Ventura Boulevard
Went to the doctor to get a loan against the weakness
He said that’s what you get when you’re a rolling stone
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Sunday, I died, but all I wanted to do was cry
Here’s to another day of great expectations
