Rocky Reynaldo
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PERFECT DAY

It's Monday morning, and people go to work,
The train is crowed, grey faces and grey lifes,
And everybody seems to look at me.

I hate my work,
I hate my boss, (he's a fuckin'man),
I'm tired and depressed,
But today will be a perfect day.

It' s a lovely day, It's a beautiful day,
It's a perfect day.

It's Sunday morning, and people are in bed,
(the city is completely lept), too many time to loose,
and I don't know what the hell can I do.

I can't wake up,
I feel so saad, (and I'm happy with that),
Nothing's gonna change,
So today will be a perfect day.

It's a lovely day, It's a beautiful day,
It's a perfect day.