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This ain't as hard as I thought it would be It's harder It's just the sound of nobody but me For starters I didn't know, I didn't know it all Didn't see the fine print written on the wall What do I do now I can do whatever I want to What do I do now With the other side of the bed How do I spend those long Sunday afternoons Now that the slate is clean And the closet's all cleared out What do I do now Yeah I got some friends who wanna fix me up Do I let 'em Pack up the pictures and throw them away And forget 'em Redecorate or take a trip somewhere Change the color of these walls Or the color of my hair What do I do now SongtexteI can do whatever I want to What do I do now With the other side of the bed How do I spend those long Sunday afternoons Now that the slate is clean And the closet's all cleared out What do I do now, oh, oh, mm-mm I'm a little anxious A little relieved I'm a little cynical A little naive It makes it kinda hard to figure Makes it kinda hard to figure out What do I do now I can do whatever I want to What do I do now With the other side of my bed And how do I spend most long Sunday afternoons Now that the slate is clean And the closet's all cleared out (cleared out) What do I do now, yeah What do I do now Yeah, yeah Oh, oh Oh, oh Aus Songtexte Mania