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Battered, bruised, weary and worn |
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I still remember the day that I was born |
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The sun was shining in a cloudless sky |
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Clouds soon came |
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Followed by the rain |
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I set out with an unusual name |
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You're born, you grow up, you live a bit, then you die |
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But today is not going to be a bad day |
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I can feel it in my bones |
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I can see light on the horizon |
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And I might just head on home |
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Maybe I'll stop the rot |
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Maybe I'll cut it away |
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Maybe at the end I'll say - not a bad day |
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Maybe I'll catch the ball |
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Maybe I'll kick it away |
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Maybe at the end I'll say - not a bad day |
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Today is not going to be a bad day |
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I can feel it in my bones |
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I can see light on the horizon |
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And I might just head on home |
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Maybe I'll stop the rot |
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Maybe I'll cut it away |
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Maybe at the end I'll say - not a bad day |
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Maybe I'll jut my chin |
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Put on a cheesy grin |
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Shrug my shoulders |
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And deflect what's coming in |
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Maybe I can take the heat |
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Turn around a losing streak |
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Maybe I can find my feet |
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Walk 'em up Lucky Street |
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Maybe it'll turn out right |
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Maybe it'll be O.K. |
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Maybe at the end I'll say - |
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Hey! Not a bad day |
