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Everyday I fight the war, Everyday I say no more From shore to never more, Everyday I fight the war Everyday you’ve been a chore, Crippling to the core From sore to clever whore, Everyday on the floor You’ll always be this way they say They say...

days

days come andΒ days go. days pass by with birthdays slow. have I changed a thing? πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ learn or die. greg