Sometimes a day goes by

One whole entire day

When I don't think of her

Twenty-four hours pass

I look around and find

That I haven't thought of her



Not even when I'm somewhere 

We used to go

Not even if there's someone 

We used to know



It's hardly everyday

It's most unu-usual 

In fact I can't remember when

But sometimes a day goes by

When I don't think of her 

'Til morning comes and then

There she is again



Somtimes a day goes by

When I don't think of her

'Til morning comes and then

There she is again

There she is agai-ain... 

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