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I was checked in by 4 Put the sign on the door Looked out the window of the 17th floor Talked to the city that knows me by name And all the bad things I do I shed 5 bitter tears Into 5 bitter beers Looked at my watch and said, "Where have the years gone? I'm wasting away like a castle of clay That's slowly crumbling into..." Every Monday, I get this pain Every Wednesday, it hits my brain Every Friday I die, cuz everyday I still think of you I was fucked up by 5 Talking nothing but jive Told the bartender he'd never take me alive All of this because my favorite show Was cancelled last night on TV So I called up Marie She'd have sex for free But for ten bucks an hour she'd listen to me Talk about rockstars and models on dope And how I can't cope with this scene Letras de canciones Every Monday, I get this pain Every Wednesday, it hits my brain Every Friday I die, cuz everyday I still think of you Every Monday, I get this pain Every Wednesday, it hits my brain Every Friday I die, cuz everyday I still think of you Talk like you Eat like you Breathe like you Sleep like you Every day I still...want you From Letras Mania