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[ti:Those Days] |
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[ar:Lucy Schwartz] |
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[al:Life In Letters] |
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Those Days - Lucy Schwartz |
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Aching, caught in a hurricane |
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It's taking every muscle to move again |
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Sleepless nights, lazy Sundays |
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Heavy eyes, it's a case of the Mondays |
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Sinking, feet in the sand again |
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I'm thinking I should look before landing |
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In a six foot hole, where the arrow is pointing |
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To a danger zone that I should be avoiding |
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O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh, |
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Must be one of those days |
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O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh, |
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But I haven't words to complain |
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Shaking, tied to the tracks again |
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I'm waiting for the sound of the train engine |
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And no one cares, nobody lingers |
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But to stop and stare and point with their fingers |
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Feeling, hands in the dark |
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You know I'm heeling, but it's only a start |
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Because the wind will blow and topple me over |
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And the undertow will wash me to nowhere |
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O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh, |
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Must be one of those days |
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O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh, |
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But I haven't words to complain |
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'Cause when the day's over |
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I've got your shoulder |
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To help me carry the weight pulling under |
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Didn't you wonder how everybody |
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gets through the day |
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O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh, |
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Must be one of those days |
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O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh, |
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But I haven't words to complain |
