(Jagger/Richards)
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Someone woke me up this mornin' and I lit a cigarette
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Found myself when I stopped yawnin', started
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getting myself dressed
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Then I felt I had a dream, I remembered the
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things I'd seen
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I could still hear the things you said with that bad
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dream in my head
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It was a sad day, bad day, sad day, bad day
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So I called you on the phone and your friend said
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"she's not home"
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So I told her where I'd be at and that you should
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call me back
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Then I looked at the morning mail, I was not even
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expecting a bill
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Your letter a-started "Dear", and it left me
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with these tears.
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It was a sad day, bad day, sad day, bad day
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Think of the times that we had rows, but we
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patched them up somehow
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Think of the times I tried to go, but you screamed
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and told me no
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There is only one thing in this world that I can't
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understand, that's a girl
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I keep a-readin' the things you said, like a bad
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dream in my head
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It was a sad day, bad day, sad day, bad day
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Oh, what a sad, sad, old day - a sad, old day
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It was a sad, old day
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A sad, old day. It was a bad, old day,
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sad old day a bad old day
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If there is one awful thing in this world that I can't
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understand, that's a girl
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It was a sad, sad old day, sad old day
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It was a sad, old day
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Sad Day
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| The Rolling Stones |
