Em Bm Some days feel alone, on your own, Like a rolling stoneG D A perfect waste of a perfect dayEm Some days feel like chores,Bm You get more than you bargain forG D A heavy plate for one to undertakeEm Bm I hate to say "I told you so",G D But I just thought I'd let you knowEm Bm G D Some days, they taste like lemonadeEm Bm G D Some days can feel like razorbladesEm Bm G D I wish I could float away, some daysEm Bm Some days smell like spring, birds, they sing, jasmine's blossomingG D Everything, oh it's everythingEm Bm Some times things can seem evergreen, like the TV screenG D Reality, it's realityEm Bm I hate to say "I told you so",G D But I just thought I'd let you knowEm Bm G D Some days, they taste like lemonadeEm Bm G D Some days can feel like razorbladesEm Bm G D I wish I could float away, some daysEm Bm I hate to say "I told you so"......Em Bm G D Some days, they taste like lemonadeEm Bm G D Some days can feel like razorbladesEm Bm G D I wish I could float away, some daysEm Bm G D Some days, they taste like lemonadeEm Bm G D Some days can feel like razorbladesEm Bm G D I wish I could float away, some days
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