Monday Morning

She may be young but she only likes old things
 And modern music it ain't to her tastes
 She loves the natural light
 Captured in black and white
 She sees mirages of mountain ranges
 Within the blink of her eye it changes
 Back to the open plain
 Oh no she can't explain
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 I cry out love keep your arms around me
 I am a bird that's in need of grounding
 I'm built to fly away
 I never learned how to stay
 The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you
 And when you're looking in the mirror
 what you see is gonna astound you
 
 But all these lines and greys refine,
 They are the maps of our design
 Of what began on a Monday morning
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 Monday Morning
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 The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you
 And when you're looking in the mirror
 what you see is gonna astound you
 
 But all these lines and greys refine,
 They are the maps of our design
 Of what began on a Monday morning
 
 The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you
 And when you're looking in the mirror
 what you see is gonna astound you
 
 And while the glow of youth in time eludes
 It's burning on inside of you
 It all began on a Monday morning