Somedays
Regina Spektor
...Somedays aren't yours at all,
They come and go as if they're someone else's days,
They go and leave you behind someone else's face,
And it's harsher than yours,
And colder than yours.
They come in all quiet,
Sweep up,
And then they leave.
And you don't hear a single floorboard creak.
They're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep by your side.
Downtown, downtown,
I'm not here,
Not anymore.
I've gone away,
Don't call me,
Don't write.
I'm in love with your daughter,
I want to have her baby.
I'm in love with your daughter,
So can I please
Downtown, downtown,
I'm not here,
Not anymore...
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