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Every Monday Every Monday’s my birthday Come to my room Please don’t be late Bring me flowers, Bring me some spice Anything to make me feel have a life. Every Monday’s my birthday Grey rain is my champagne We are both beyond love now So let’s celebrate. On Monday It’s my birthday Will I wait in vain? For the release of your presence I need no explain. Every Monday’s my birthday Just bring yourself. I’ll be there in my room A thousand ghosts will greet you. Every Monday’s my birthday Come to my room. Please don’t be late. Bring me some flowers Bring me some advice Anything to make me feel have a life. Bring me streets, Bring me New York, Bring me oceans of silver, Bring me fables of all, Bring me your everything, Bring me a secret untold, Bring me eyes of madness, Let your desires unfold, Bring me yours whatever…
