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I stand this day We Know sunday morning It's not possible for me to
is one of these days This is one of these This is one of days That is fucked up And grinding my head, my head Grinding my
I'll for the messenger Between the he will provide the clarity
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Where did my run and hide? Where are the with lucky eyes? Where do the sleep at night? this night, How can I?
Where did my angels run and Where are the with lucky eyes? Where do the strangers sleep at Sleep night, how can I?
is one of these days This is one of days This is one of days That evereything is up And grinding my head, my head Grinding my head, my head my head, grinding my head Grinding my
I stand this day We Know it's sunday not possible for me to stay a day or a night
So I'll for the messenger Between the darkness he will the clarity Can not
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This is one of days