| Day in, day out
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| The same old voodoo follows me about
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| The same old pounding in my heart
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| Whenever I think of you and darling, I think of you
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| Day in and day out
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| Day out, day in
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| I needn’t tell you how my days begin
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| When I awake I wake up with a tingle
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| One possibility in view
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| That possibility of maybe seeing you
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| Come rain, come shine
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| I meet you and to me the day is fine
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| Then I kiss your lips and the pounding becomes
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| The oceans roar a thousand drums
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| Can’t you see it’s love? |
| Can there be any doubt
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| When there is day in, day out?
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| Come rain, come shine
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| I meet you and to me the day is fine
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| Then I kiss your lips and the pounding becomes
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| The oceans roar a thousand drums
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| Can’t you see it’s love? |
| Can there be any doubt
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| When there is, when there is day in and day out?
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| Day in, day out, day in, day out
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| Day in, day out, day in, day out
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| Day in, day out, day in, day out
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| A thousand drums
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| Day in, day out, day out, day out
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| It’s out there, man |