| Aching, caught in a hurricanes
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| It’s taking every muscle to move again
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| Sleepless nights, lazy Sundays
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| Heavy eyes, it’s a case of the Mondays
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| Sinking feet in the sand again
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| I’m thinking I should look before landing in A six foot hole, where the arrow is pointing to a Danger zone, that I should be avoiding
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| O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh,
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| Must be one of those Days
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| O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh,
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| But I haven’t words to Complain
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| Shaking, tied to the tracks again
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| I’m waiting for the sound of the train engine
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| And no one cares, nobody lingers
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| But to stop and stare, and point with their fingers
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| Feeling hands in the dark
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| You know I’m heeling but it’s only a start
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| Because the wind will blow and topple me over
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| And the undertow will wash me to nowhere
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| O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh,
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| Must be one of those Days
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| O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh,
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| But I haven’t words to Complain
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| Cause when the days over
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| I’ve got your shoulder to help me carry the weight pulling under
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| Didn’t you wonder how everybody gets through the day
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| O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh,
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| Must be one of those Days
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| O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh,
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| But I haven’t words to Complain
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| Do do do do Do do do do |