Well it's the morning after,
And I don't know if I've got anywhere left to stay.
My head is a blurry disaster,
And there is just nothing much left to say.
It's the awkward silence,
You know, that's the one that I've been filling with all of these blues.
And in the distance I hear the sirens,
Coming to find me, to pay me my fair dues.
I'm so tired, I don't know the day,
I've over slept and you've gone away,
Now it's the morning after.
Maybe I could pass the blame,
I didn't mean what you thought you heard me say but no,
Now it's the morning after.
Now it's the morning after.
And now I'm just mourning after.
I'm so scared, I don't know the way,
I've lost the keys and my mind's erased,
Now I'm just mourning after.
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