I've had a hard time waking
most mornings
And it's been that way for
a month or more
You've had things your way
But now I've got to say
I'm on my way out the door
Why don't you get right, try
to get right, baby
You haven't been right with
me, why don't you get right?
Try and get right, baby, don't
you remember how it used to be?
You had a hard time waking
this morning
And I can see it in your empty
eyes
But there's no need for talking
Or walking round the block
Just to figure out the reason
why
I have a hard time handing
out warnings
I'll just slide on out the
door
Cuz I'm tired of everything
Being beautiful, beautiful
And I ain't coming back no
more
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