Monday's eyes have got stuck on the ceiling again,
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And motivation just hung up the phone on a friend,
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A bottle of wine and a sorry excuse for a song,
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Nothing excites me, and I don't know where I belong.
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Could I still, look in the mirror,
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and still get out of bed?
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It's just another day.
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It's just another day.
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Just like the other day.
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Sunday's lies have just written themselves on the wall,
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I should be crying, but nothing can reach me at all,
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But I still, look in the mirror,
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And I still, get out of bed,
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And I still, see your smiling face.
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It's just another day.
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It's just another day.
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Just like the other day.
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It's just another day.
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It's just another day.
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Just like the other day.
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So now your heels are drying,
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What are you waiting for?
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What are you waiting for?
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But I still, look in the mirror,
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And I still, get out of bed,
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And I still, remember what you said.
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It's just another day.
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It's just another day.
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It's just another day.
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Just like the other day.
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(I don't know where I belong)
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It's just another day.
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It's just another day.
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It's just another day.
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Just like the other day.
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Just like the other day.
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Just like the other day.
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Just Another Day
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| Natalie Imbruglia |
