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Mauzy Monday

On a less than perfect day, with the fog upon the bay
Is a vision that makes my morning bright
As she moves across the water to her home inside the Harbour
I forget about lonely city nights
Though afternoons are sunny in this city full of money
Workin' six days to get a break on Sunday
I was born to walk the rocks on Mauzy Monday

Mauzy Monday...when the sky is grey
Mauzy Monday...home around the bay
Mauzy Monday...when the sky is grey
I'd give a month of Sundays to hide the sun away

On a less than perfect day, with the fog upon the bay
By the blue salty water
Lay it down give up the chase, by the shore I rest my case
As she moves along the shoals inside the harbour
More beautiful & rare, it may be found somewhere
But I doubt I'd even think about it even just for one day
Oooh... Mauzy Monday

Mauzy Monday...when the sky is grey
Mauzy Monday...home around the bay
Mauzy Monday...when the sky is grey
I'd give a month of Sundays to hide the sun away

####.... G. Simmons --- The Fables ....####
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