Sunday morning again, can't remember where the hell I've been,
can't even roll a fuckin' cigarette in this fucked up state I'm in,
sunday morning again, lost all my money and my only friend,
I look into a mirror and I think: "This time it's the end".
Ain't got a thing, I'm born to lose and I just can't win,
ain't got a thing, just plain nothing.
Sunday night again, I took one, then I took ten,
can't even roll a fuckin' cigarette in this fucked up state I'm in,
sunday night again, lost all my money and my only friend,
I look into a mirror and I think:, "This time it's the end".
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