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


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And maybe then I'll have some credibility 
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and I don't mean being mentioned in the NME 
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I know that I've got stupid hair and wonky teeth 
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and they probably look for 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 a smile on my face, 
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laughing at the chav boys and 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 but I don't know what 
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and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not 
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and I may give it up for fortune and for fame 
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but I will still be the cynical when I get paid 
  
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Maybe then i'll write decent middle eight 
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that isn't just the same four chords that i've already played 
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and the crowd will cheer me on from 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 but I don't know what 
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and I may not be alone but it's still life wether you like it or not 
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and I may give it up for fortune and for fame 
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but I will still be the cynical when I get paid 
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and I'll be this way until I get laid 
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good god. 
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And all this is why I'm going so grey.