| Caught the bus at 5:06
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| That’s in the AM for all you little trust fund kids
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| And it’s a forty-five minute trip
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| If she ain’t in by six, she’ll catch another pink slip
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| And that’s three and that means fired
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| The coffee thermos in the purse to help her keep wired
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| The day-care where she drops the baby off
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| Thank god it’s on the same block as the bus stop
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| By 5:30, she’s halfway there
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| And her back already hurts from the bus' plastic chair
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| Live to work to live to work to live
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| Gotta feed the kid and give it all she’s got to give
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| Plus she tryna catch a little overtime
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| If she stays till four she could be home by five
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| Shuts her eyes for the rest of the route
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| And keeps her headphones loud to drown everything out
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| But the same old song…
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| «Whoa… whoa, not another day!»
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| Not another day of the same old song
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| «Whoa… whoa, not another day!»
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| Not another day of the same old song
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| Seemed like nobody even knew his name, huh
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| If he disappeared would they even see the blank spot?
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| The only kids who might notice are the ones who
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| Push him up and down the hallways and in the lunchrooms
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| Sometimes he looks at his bruises and wants to come to school with
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| A gun like them kids on the news did
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| But nah man they don’t deserve to die
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| He’s the type that couldn’t even murder a fly
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| I guess you get used to the life
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| Maybe that’s why he refuses to cry
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| Takes it on the chin, takes it in stride
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| What doesn’t break you just makes you stronger right?
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| So he sits by himself on the school bus
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| Hoping that today he wouldn’t have to put his dupes up
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| But just like any other, here they come
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| To fuck with his comfort, can’t wait for summer
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| It’s the same old song…
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| C’mon, woke up at the taste of dawn
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| When the city’s bloodline starts to push it along
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| The generators on those public buses
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| Is enough to bust you out of any dream that you stuck in
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| I guess that’s the chance you taking
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| When you camp out in front of that transfer station
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| And this town got no answers to chase
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| That’s why he always sleeps near the transportation
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| Panhandle it, transient freedom
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| Transplant, he ain’t from this region
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| And when the wind starts to whisper its lips
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| He knows enough to pack it up and dip out before the winter hits
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| Childhood dreams washed down the gutter
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| Both parents gone, no sisters, no brothers
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| Weak memories, strong paranoia
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| While the same song repeats in his head
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| Over and over and over and over it goes… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not Another Day , by - ATMOSPHERE. Song from the album Sad Clown Bad Year, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп