| I woke up on a sofa in an unfamiliar house
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| Surrounded by sleeping folks that I didn’t know
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| On failing to find my friends, I decided that it was clearly time to go
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| So I made my way out of the door as quietly as I could
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| There was no one there I knew to say goodbye
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| Squinting in the sadly sobering sunshine of the Sunday morning light
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| I started the night with all my friends and I ended up alone
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| Oh yes I started out so happy now I’m hungover and down
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| It was about then that I realized I was halfway through
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| The best years of my life
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| So I scanned the local landmarks, trying to find out where I was
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| And maybe even find a bus back home
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| I was longing for a shower, and for clean sheets, and a charger for my phone
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| And suddenly it hit me that I got paid this Friday last
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| And so I rifled through my pockets for some change
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| But all I found was a packet of broken cigarettes and sinking sense of shame
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| I had to ask myself, well
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| Is it really worth it?
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| Is any of this worth it?
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| Well the whole thing’s far from perfect
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| But I’ve yet to figure out a better way to spend my time
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| Too many suits and dirty looks made me rack my brains
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| And the real damage started to sink in
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| It’d been quite a heavy weekend, but I could just about remember where I’d been
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| I stood on a street corner, and I felt a little sick
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| It was about then that I realized I was halfway through
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| The first day of the week |