Oh My Days

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I forced myself to open my eyes
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but if this hangover is killing me
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I died at least three times during the night
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and I dribbled on myself again
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so anyone who told me I should shut my mouth
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turned out to be alright in the end



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And I have to leave this place by god it's killing me
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I guess I'll go to London on the train if the bastards not delayed
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and in the Barfly I'll think about my life
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or that time I played in Newbury
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and nobody came.



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and I know that somethings wrong but I don't know what
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and I may not be alone but that's still life whether you like it or not
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and I may give it up for fortune and for fame
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but I will still be this cynical when I get paid


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And maybe then I'll have some credibility
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and I don't mean being mentioned in the NME
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I know that I've got stupid hair and wonky teeth
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and they probably look for prettier than me.


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Why do you call me grumpy anyway?
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when you can so often find me with a smile on my face,
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laughing at the chav boys and their spit for brains
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and their nineties fucking tracksuits
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and their pretend MC names.

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and I know that something's wrong but I don't know what
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and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not
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and I may give it up for fortune and for fame
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but I will still be the cynical when I get paid

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Maybe then i'll write decent middle eight
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that isn't just the same four chords that i've already played
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and the crowd will cheer me on from fret to fret
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and I'll have a record contract
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and it might help me begin to forget

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and I know that something's wrong but I don't know what
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and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not
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and I may give it up for fortune and for fame
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but I will still be the cynical when I get paid
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and I'll be this way until I get laid
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good god.
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And all this is why I'm going so grey.