Regular Life Lyrics

	作曲 : Chapin
	This was a sad day
	When the disappointment that was my shadow
	Came into the sun
	And he slapped me dull on the forehead
	And he told me he had won
	So I sink into my gentle home
	The streets won't mind if they don't feel my heavy feet today
	The bed's inclined to ask me back to stay
	But if I stay
	If I stay
	Then I'll
	Stay
	So now I wonder
	Is there a method to quantify both pain and joy?
	Does mine hurt as bad as yours does?
	Does yours feel as good as mine?
	And if you live in war
	Can you still keep score
	Of the burdens like bodies piled at your door?
	And the bodies that lost their chance to be more than bodies
	Just bodies
	What muffled meaning does it hold
	To be told that your story is not the only one?
	No, not the first nor the last
	Not the best not the worst
	You are cursed by a regular life

	zuo qu : Chapin
	This was a sad day
	When the disappointment that was my shadow
	Came into the sun
	And he slapped me dull on the forehead
	And he told me he had won
	So I sink into my gentle home
	The streets won' t mind if they don' t feel my heavy feet today
	The bed' s inclined to ask me back to stay
	But if I stay
	If I stay
	Then I' ll
	Stay
	So now I wonder
	Is there a method to quantify both pain and joy?
	Does mine hurt as bad as yours does?
	Does yours feel as good as mine?
	And if you live in war
	Can you still keep score
	Of the burdens like bodies piled at your door?
	And the bodies that lost their chance to be more than bodies
	Just bodies
	What muffled meaning does it hold
	To be told that your story is not the only one?
	No, not the first nor the last
	Not the best not the worst
	You are cursed by a regular life

	zuò qǔ : Chapin
	This was a sad day
	When the disappointment that was my shadow
	Came into the sun
	And he slapped me dull on the forehead
	And he told me he had won
	So I sink into my gentle home
	The streets won' t mind if they don' t feel my heavy feet today
	The bed' s inclined to ask me back to stay
	But if I stay
	If I stay
	Then I' ll
	Stay
	So now I wonder
	Is there a method to quantify both pain and joy?
	Does mine hurt as bad as yours does?
	Does yours feel as good as mine?
	And if you live in war
	Can you still keep score
	Of the burdens like bodies piled at your door?
	And the bodies that lost their chance to be more than bodies
	Just bodies
	What muffled meaning does it hold
	To be told that your story is not the only one?
	No, not the first nor the last
	Not the best not the worst
	You are cursed by a regular life

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