| Every day’s been a bad day for so long
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| And I, for one, am afraid
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| Things just aren’t the same and change has
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| Never felt so scary
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| Start with the good news
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| Ain’t got much time
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| If this is good news
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| What’s the bad news?
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| Upstairs is where my friends are
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| All laughing away
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| We just sat there in your car
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| Parked in the driveway
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| I saw lights from my window
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| Every so often
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| Walked by, but I really don’t
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| Wanna deal with questions
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| Every day’s been a bad day for so long
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| And I, for one, am afraid
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| Things just aren’t the same and change has
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| Never felt so strange
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| Proved right, but hope I’m wrong
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| When I turn my phone back on
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| No one noticed me gone
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| These are pains that don’t just go away
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| With the good dreams
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| Or the passing days
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| Oh, these passing days just kill me
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| These are trying times, but I’m not even trying
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| I could say I’m fine, but I don’t feel like lying
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| So when the night rolls through and you need me too
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| You already know that I’ll never say no
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| These are trying times, but I’m not even, I’m not even
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| This is the wrong time
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| For something right to happen
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| Those dreams are back that
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| You hate, but I kept having
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| It was just you killing me
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| At some creek down the street
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| And our neighbors all cheered
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| From the little they had seen
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| These are trying times, but I’m not even trying |