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Another page Another stage Another cage And the age-old problem of What to do next Another day I'd rather lay around instead Another headache Another day off I'd beg for but won't get Another reminder I haven't made nothing of myself yet Another line that might make it Another idea that might take you somewhere Another day in the life in the time after our Lord There's a TV on There's a phone close-by And a vice you're dying for Another page Another day Another stage of life I miss Another page Another miscalculation of your skillset Another page Another headache Another lost day where You convinced yourself you've earned it But you haven't yet Another line that might make it Another idea that might take you somewhere Another day in the life in the time after our Lord There's a TV on There's a phone close-by And a vice you're dying for There's traffic outside every hour There's a story somewhere But it's not ours There's traffic outside every hour There's a story somewhere But it's not ours