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Am Em
Some days feel alone, on your own,
Like a rolling stone
C G
A perfect waste of a perfect day
Am
Some days feel like chores,
Em
You get more than you bargain for
C G
A heavy plate for one to undertake
Am Em
I hate to say 'I told you so',
C G
But I just thought I'd let you know
Am Em C G
Some days, they taste like lemonade
Am Em C G
Some days can feel like razorblades
Am Em C G
I wish I could float away, some days
Am Em
Some days smell like spring, birds, they sing, jasmine's blossoming
C G
Everything, oh it's everything
Am Em
Some times things can seem evergreen, like the TV screen
C G
Reality, it's reality
Am Em
I hate to say 'I told you so',
C G
But I just thought I'd let you know
Am Em C G
Some days, they taste like lemonade
Am Em C G
Some days can feel like razorblades
Am Em C G
I wish I could float away, some days
Am Em
I hate to say 'I told you so'......
Am Em C G
Some days, they taste like lemonade
Am Em C G
Some days can feel like razorblades
Am Em C G
I wish I could float away, some days
Am Em C G
Some days, they taste like lemonade
Am Em C G
Some days can feel like razorblades
Am Em C G
I wish I could float away, some days
Written by The Maine