| Somedays aren’t yours at all
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| They come and go
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| As if they’re someone else’s days
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| They come and leave you behind someone else’s face
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| And it’s harsher than yours
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| And colder than yours
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| They come in all quiet
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| Sweep up and then they leave
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| And you don’t hear a single floor board creak
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| They’re so much stronger
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| Than the friends you try to keep
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| By your side
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| Downtown, Downtown
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| I’m not here, not anymore
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| I’ve gone away
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| Don’t call me, don’t write
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| I’m in love with your daughter
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| I wanna have her baby
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| I’m in love with your daughter
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| So can I please
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| Downtown, downtown
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| I’m not here, not anymore
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| I’ve gone away
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| Don’t call me, don’t write
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| I’ve gone away
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| Don’t call me, don’t write
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| Don’t call me, don’t call me, don’t call me
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| Don’t write, don’t write, don’t write, don’t write, don’t write
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| Somedays aren’t yours at all
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| They come and go
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| As if they’re someone else’s days
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| They come and leave you behind someone else’s face
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| And it’s harsher than yours |