| It’s just one of those days, nothing’s going my way
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| I think I’m heading for a breakdown
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| I’m the king of almost and epic mistakes
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| I’d really like to change it, I just don’t know how
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| When will my darkest days,
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| Be more than miles away?
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| When will my wrongs turn right?
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| When will I sleep at night,
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| With this mess I’ve made?
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| I rush, mash away
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| And I ever love just seems to fade away
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| And it’s always the same routine
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| Cause I was given chances that I didn’t take
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| Now all my darkest days (Now all my darkest days)
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| Are closing in on me (Are closing in on me)
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| Now all my rights are wrong
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| And it will take so long
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| To clean this mess I’ve made
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| If you seen me lately
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| You’d think I’m going crazy
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| Tryin to figure it out, figure it out, figure it out
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| Before it kills me
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| If all my darkest days (If all my darkest days)
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| Are more than miles away (Are more than miles away)
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| If all my wrongs turn right maybe I’ll sleep at night
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| And clean this mess I’ve made
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| When all my darkest days (When all my darkest days)
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| Are more than years away (Are more than years away)
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| When all my wrongs are right I’ll finally sleep at night
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| And clean this mess I’ve made
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| When all my wrongs are right I’ll finally sleep at night
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| And clean this mess I’ve made
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| It’s just one of those days |