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Some days stand up |
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Fixed at attention |
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Some days race by too fast to mention |
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Those days I wonder if I'll ever get it right |
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Sleepwalking through my life |
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Sometimes I'm sure |
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Most times less certain |
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If anything's behind the curtain |
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Sometimes I wonder |
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If it matters what it's called |
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God or nothing else at all |
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Sometimes I'm clean |
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Sing like a sparrow |
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Some days I'm nasty and I'm narrow |
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And I get spiteful, I get ugly, I get mean |
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Can't get back on the beam |
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Mmm-hmm |
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Mmm-hmm |
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Some days the world's prim as a show dog |
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Sometimes it's filthy as a boss hog |
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And those days the phone feels like a 3,000 pound weight |
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Can't lift it to my face |
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Some days it's clear |
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So I can see it: |
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What to be and how to be it |
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But some days I wonder |
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And some days I doubt it |
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Today I'm hopeful I can knock it off tonight |
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This sleepwalking through my life |
