| Why do you always waste your day?
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| It’s so short yet you thrown it away
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| Locked up in your room with your blues
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| Believing that tomorrow your dead-end life will improve
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| It seems like nothing will go your way
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| You choose to kill this day
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| When you wake your body still aches
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| You don’t find fulfilment from your bowl of cornflakes
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| And it to your figure is so unkind
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| Taking a shower come wash away the mildew from your mind
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| It seems like nothing will go your way
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| So you choose to kill this day
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Going out of your mind
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| Frantically flip through your phone book
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| To remind you who are your friends
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| It’s not too late to call me up and hang
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| I can lend
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| Hiding away searching for truth
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| You’re not finding anything under your own roof
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| The main thing that you need is a friend to hold on
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| But no one will come your way
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| You choose to kill this day
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| And that’s a crying shame
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| Oh, together we can chase our blues away
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| (Oh, oh)
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| Seize this day
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| (Oh, oh)
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| Come what may
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| (Oh, oh)
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| Seize this day
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| Oh, oh |