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Some days are disasters

That you wish could just end

Other days are bastards

Just like a bad boyfriend

But it makes me feel

Much worse than this

To see a face masked

With a frown

I'm not telling you to smile

But don't be down

Don't be down, my friend

Don't do your wrist

Any harm

You don't belong

On a funny farm

And I'd rather see you in a party

Dress than in a hospital gown

I'm not telling you to smile

But don't be down

Do, do, do, do, do, do