E A B A [Verse 1]E A It's a chilly English winterB A E A B And solitude is never easy to maintainA E A B A Except when it rainsE A B A So I hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyesE A B A And go out for a walkE A B A The wet morning sun reflects off the paving-stonesE A B A While a little dog barks its head offE A B A In the distance [Chorus]E A B A E Oh, what a perfect dayA B A E To think about myselfA B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floorA B A E What is there to fear from such a regular world?A B A E Oh, what a perfect dayA B A E To think about myselfA B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floorA B A E A B A What is there to fear from such a regular world?[Verse 2]E A Passing by a cemeteryB A I think of all the little hopes and dreamsE A B E A B A That lie lifeless and unfullfilled beneath the soilE A B A I see an old man fingering his perishing fleshE A B A He tells himself he was a good man and did good thingsE A B A Amused and confused by life's little ironiesE A B A E A B A He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation [Verse 3]E A B A People turn around with unseeing eyesE A B A They're looking for something that doesn't existE A B A The world you once knew is being eaten up by rustE A B A No-one has time for the past, but still, in God they trustE A B A The future is now, but it's all going wrongE A B A Bodies good for nothing, but it's to nothing they belongE A B A People say their prayers and some work hardE A B A E If you give them all your money, they'll give you their heartsA B A E A B This town ain't going like a ghost townA E A B A It's going like hell.... [Chorus]E A B A E Oh, what a perfect dayA B A E To think about myselfA B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floorA B A E What is there to fear from such a regular world?E A B A E Oh, what a perfect dayA B A E To think about myselfA B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floorA B A E What is there to fear from such a regular world?E A B A E Oh, what a perfect dayA B A E To think about myselfA B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floorA B A E What is there to fear from such a regular world?E A B A E Oh, what a perfect dayA B A E To think about myselfA B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floorA B A E What is there to fear from such a regular world?E A B A E Oh, what a perfect dayA B A E To think about myselfA B A E My feet are firmly screwed to the floorA B A E What is there to fear from such a regular world?
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