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You know those days when you want to stay in bed
You don't really want to raise your head
The day when you know all is going wrong
Is there nothing more you dread?
But you still get up and go to the head
Then eat some grub and out the door you flead
Into the car and off to the job
You still feel like the blob
but you still have to last trought the day
And you just wish the rain would pour down in stead...
Life is made up of many things
Love, pain, sadness, happiness
Each part for a reason
Fellings, touch, smell, sight
Those that lose one
Have more of the others
Those that have all, abuse them
Thouse that never had, don't miss them
Would you rather have non and never miss
Have all and think you've missed
Or lose and know what both fell like?
