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
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 the night
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and I dribbled on myself again
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so anyone who told me I should 
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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 
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god it's killing me
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I guess I'll go to London on the 
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train if the bastards not delayed
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and in the Barfly I'll think 
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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 
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but I don't know what
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and I may not be alone but that's 
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still life whether you like it or 
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not
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and I may give it up for fortune 
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and for fame
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but I will still be this cynical 
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when I get paid


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And maybe then I'll have some 
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credibility
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and I don't mean being mentioned
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 in the NME
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I know that I've got stupid hair 
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and wonky teeth
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and they probably look for 
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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
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 a smile on my face,
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laughing at the chav boys and 
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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 
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but I don't know what
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and I may not be alone but it's 
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still life wether you like it or 
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not
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and I may give it up for fortune 
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and for fame
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but I will still be the cynical 
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when I get paid

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Maybe then i'll write decent 
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middle eight
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that isn't just the same four 
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chords that i've already played
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and the crowd will cheer me on from
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 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 
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but I don't know what
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and I may not be alone but it's 
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still life wether you like it or 
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not
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and I may give it up for fortune 
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and for fame
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but I will still be the cynical 
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when I get paid
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and I'll be this way until I get 
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laid
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good god.
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And all this is why I'm going so 
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grey.