| Every day she takes a morning bath, she wets her hair,
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| wraps a towel around her as she’s heading for the bedroom chair.
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| It’s just another day.
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| Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes,
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| dripping in the pocket of her raincoat.
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| It’s just another day.
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| At the office where the papers grow, she takes a break,
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| drinks another coffee and she finds it hard to stay awake.
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| It’s just another day.
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| Du, du, du, du, du, du, it’s just another day.
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| Du, du, du, du, du, du, it’s just another day.
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| Em CMaj7 Am CMaj7 Em So sad, so sad, sometimes she feels so sad.
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| Em CMaj7
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| Alone in her apartment she’d dwell
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| till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.
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| Ah, stay, don’t stand her up.
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| And he comes and he stays but he leaves the next day.
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| So sad, sometimes she feels so sad.
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| As she posts another letter to the sound of five,
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| people gather round her and she finds it hard to stay alive.
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| It’s just another day.
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| Du, du, du, du, du, du,…
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| So sad, so sad,…
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| Every day she takes a morning,…
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| Slipping into stockings,…
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| Du, du, du, du, du, du, it’s just another day.
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| Du, du, du, du, du, du, it’s just another day.
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| D (#5) ooo332 |