Is it really necessary, every single day?
You're making me more ordinary every possible way.
This ordinary mind is broken,
you did it and you don't even know.
You're leaving me with words unspoken,
you better get back, 'cause I'm ready for more than this,
whatever it is, baby, I hate days like this.
Caught in a trap, I can't look back,
I hate days like this.
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