| This Day |
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| On this day we were miles away |
| We saw a clock up in the sky |
| The hands lay on the shoulder blade |
| Number fallen on its side |
| This day |
| This day |
| Just one note that was all she wrote |
| And the sound blew down the walls |
| The one boat that was set to float |
| Took a trip right down the falls |
| This day |
| This day |
| This day we were miles away |
| This day |
| In two ways we could cut the haze |
| And we never used a knife |
| In those days there was zero waste |
| Now the waste of time is life |
| This day |
| This day |
