You get up in the morning
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And every single day
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Is just a repetition
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It's always been that way
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You live alone inside your head
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Incommunicado, in the land of living dead
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Each day's a repetition
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Of the one that went before
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Like watching an old movie
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You can't sit through anymore
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Why don't you kick the habit
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And walk right out that door?
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From all the repetition
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Day after day
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All the repetition
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It's always been that way
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It's in your head, it's in your eyes
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You're boring and it's no surprise
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With all the repetition
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Day after day
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All the repetition
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They say it's time to start all over
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And call it a day
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But you go right back where you started
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Day after day
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You go right back to where you started
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Day after day, after day, after day, after day
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You look in the mirror
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Is anybody there?
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It's only a reflection
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That doesn't really care
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You're a product of your time
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Looking hard for something, but you never saw the sign
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Lock inside a prison
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But that's where you wanna be
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Stuck in solitary
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And you've thrown away the key
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You say you want your freedom
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But you don't wanna get away
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Then you wake up, it's time for you
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To start another day
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With all the repetition, day after day, all the repetition
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All the repetition day after day
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Another chance, another day
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You know it's time to get away from all the repetition
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Day after day
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How long you gonna sit and wait
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You're getting on it's getting late
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They say it's time to start all over
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And call it a day
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But you go right back where you started
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Day after day
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You go right back to where you started
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Day after day, after day, after day, after day
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Repetition
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| The Kinks |
