Everyday
Everyday feels like the day before.
From the moment I wake up
the countdown begins.
Everyday feels like the day before,
and although it keeps happening,
I couldn’t tell you when it began.
Tomorrow will be what happened today-
today’s what happened yesterday.
Everyday feels like the day before.
When does this countdown end?
From the moment I wake up
the countdown begins.
Everyday feels like the day before,
and although it keeps happening,
I couldn’t tell you when it began.
Tomorrow will be what happened today-
today’s what happened yesterday.
Everyday feels like the day before.
When does this countdown end?
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Sometimes the days are all the same.
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