| Get up, get washed, get dressed, get out the door, get on the bus
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| Get into work, and then
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| Come home, come rain, come shine, come on, you do it all the time
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| And come Monday, do it all again
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| Doesn’t anyone ever wonder?
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| Doesn’t anyone ever ask why?
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| We are getting one year older every year and one year closer to our final year
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| Days roll by
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| Why do I feel my life’s passing me by?
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| I see my days roll by
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| I know that no one knows it all or has it figured out
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| That’s all right 'til all the years
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| All come all go and all run into one
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| All day I wonder, is this all there is?
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| Doesn’t anyone ever wonder?
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| Doesn’t anyone ever ask why?
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| They are getting one year older every year and one year closer to their final
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| year
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| Days roll by
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| Why do I feel my life’s passing me by?
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| I see my days roll by
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| Days roll by
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| Why do I feel my life’s passing me by?
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| I see my days roll by
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| And if you find you’re longing for a dream, that you’re living for,
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| that you’re dying for
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| You may find you’re longing for a dream, while denying the reality,
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| Denying the reality that…
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| Days roll by
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| Why do I feel my life’s passing me by?
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| I see my days roll by
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| Days roll by
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| Why do I feel my life’s passing me by?
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| I see my days roll by
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| (repeat ad lib) |