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Weekday Song - Frida Snell

You come home

Feel like your dead

The end of the day

You sit down

Take a deep breath

The place is a mess

The food you eat has got no taste

And now the kitchens full of waste

What made you believe

It wouldn't be like this

You sleep late

Miss the bus again

A chip in your eye

You realise

There is no change

A new yesterday

The daily stress tears down your soul

And in your chest a big grey hole

What made you believe

It wouldn't be like this

And inside you cry

As your time runs by

Minutes hours days

And a kingdom falls when you forget

To live in every moment of your life

You come home

Feel like your dead

The end of the day

The food you eat has got no taste

And now the kitchens full of waste

What made you believe

It wouldn't be like this

The daily stress tears down your soul

And in your chest a big grey hole

What made you believe

It wouldn't be like this

It wouldn't be like this