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My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all/ the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all/ And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall/ it reminds me that it's not so bad/ it's not so bad/ I drank too much last night, got bills to pay/ my head just feels in pain/ I missed the bus and there'll be hell today/ I'm late for work again/ and even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the day/ and then you call me and it's not so bad/ it's not so bad and/ I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life/ Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life/ Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and through/ then you handed me a towel and all I see is you/ and even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a clue/ because you're near me and/ I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life/ Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life/ |
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