“Second verse, same as the first.”

In other words, today wasn’t much different than yesterday.

Yesterday, all the bubbles seemed so far away. Wish that I could fly away. Oh, I believe in Mr. Ray. Why, why she’d go, I don’t know, she wouldn’t say. Now I know what I know come yesterday, hey, hey.

Great. I’m ruining Beatles’ songs again. Long days. Long, long days. Waking nightmare.

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