| Sometimes I wonder in my head
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| Why the fuck I even bother getting out of bed
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| I’m having a bad hair day, can’t get no relief
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| Everything I do seems to come to grief
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| Everybody’s staring in disbelief
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| 'Cause I forgot to put my clothes on 'fore I hit the street
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| Bad hair day, bad hair day
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| Everything I do goes wrong today
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| Bad hair day, bad hair day
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| Everyone I speak to runs away
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| Couldn’t find any shoes to put on my feet
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| I’ve trodden on a nail lying in the street
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| A piece of newspaper is my only attire
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| And some stupid kid tried to set it on fire
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| Bad hair day, bad hair day
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| Everything I do goes wrong today
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| Bad hair day, bad hair day
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| Everyone I speak to runs away
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| I tell myself, «It's just a bad dream»
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| But I can’t wake up, I think I’m gonna scream
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| I wanna go to bed and go back to sleep
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| But I can’t get in the house 'cause I’ve lost my keys
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| I’m standing on the doorstep, startin' to freeze
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| And I’m gonna get arrested, 'cause someone’s called the police
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| Bad hair day, bad hair day
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| Everything I do goes wrong today
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| Bad hair day, bad hair day
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| Everyone I speak to runs away
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| Bad hair day, bad hair day
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| Everything I do goes wrong today
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| Bad hair day, bad hair day
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| Everyone I speak to runs away |