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// Author's Notes 
// Story: Morning... 
// by Lucefudu 
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Inspired by:

Placebo - In The Cold Light of Morning

In the cold light of morning while, everyone’s yawning, you're high...
In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're high...
As your skin starts to scratch and wave yesterday’s action, goodbye...
Forget past indiscretions, and stolen possessions, you're high...
In the cold... light.

In the cold light of morning, while everyone's yawning, you're high...
In the cold light of morning, you're drunk, sick from whoring and... high...
Staring back from the mirrors, a face that you don't recognize.
It's a loser, a sinner, a cock in a dildo's disguise.
In the cold... light.

Tomorrow...

As your skin starts to scratch, and wave yesterday’s action, goodbye...
Forget past indiscretions, and stolen possessions, you're... high.
In the cold... light... of day.

Tomorrow’s is only a kettle...

Whistle...

Away.

In the cold... light... of... day.





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