If a day of my life disappeared
I don’t think I would notice
All the days are the same in my head
- All the weekdays, anyway
If it was a Monday or a Tuesday
I’d fill me in from last week
The schedule is the same every week
I’m tramping on soft paper
Wondering and waiting for something
To change my repeating life
If a day of my life disappeared
It wouldn’t matter a bit
If someone took a day of my life
I think I would thank them
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