الكلمات الأصلية
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Since you've been gone dear, days seem much longer
Looking for something that I can find nowhere
I curse myself for making all this difference
I thank myself for causing such a fuss--it changes much
Bulldoze my hill into a mountain
Everyday I climb up then roll back down again
My schedule's wide open, opportunity's gone
Can I fill the spaces? I tear out the pages
I'm paid by the hour. Can't punch in my time card.
Four-week vacation and now I'm in the yard
You're nothing like unfair and I wish I'd go there
I'm missing out hard-core. There is no one better.
