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Another Day

So here it is, another day,
And nothing seems to change.
I go to work, I come back home,
And all things stay the same.

But that is not a terrible thing,
I have security,
A loving wife, and two great kids;
My kind of luxury.

Some people say they’re movers,
And some others, shakers too,
But I’m content to stay at home,
And spend my time with you.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul