Everyday Life Songtext
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Everyday life, everyday life
Something somewhere, just ain't right
It's half past eight and I'm here again
I'd go for a walk but it's pissing down with rain
And if I went for a walk I'd get my head kicked in
Cos looking like a punk is some fucking sin
All this boredom, all this drink
All the times I've tried to think
Something somewhere, just ain't right
It's half past eight and I'm here again
I'd go for a walk but it's pissing down with rain
And if I went for a walk I'd get my head kicked in
Cos looking like a punk is some fucking sin
All this boredom, all this drink
All the times I've tried to think
So I jump on a bus and go somewhere else
And I sit in a pub and I talk to myself
So sod the apathy, sod the ideas
I'm only restricted by my fears
Give me a chance and I'll tell you what's wrong
Or give me a pen and I'll write another song
And I sit in a pub and I talk to myself
So sod the apathy, sod the ideas
I'm only restricted by my fears
Give me a chance and I'll tell you what's wrong
Or give me a pen and I'll write another song
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