| Golden haze,
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| Another morning feels like yesterday.
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| End of may.
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| Now you’re gone and there’s still bills to pay.
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| And you know it doesn’t help to make believe, you’re sitting next to me.
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| It doesn’t help, to make believe that you are right behind me
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| Saying it’s okay.
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| Longer days,
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| More time to sit and watch the pendulum sway.
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| In quiet rage I’m staring at this empty notebook page.
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| In times like these you feel like you are done with feeling,
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| You feel you want to stop the pain from healing
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| Because you feel like you’re the only one,
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| Who’s ever felt this way.
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| Some days in a daze, there’s brighter days.
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| Funny how the feeling never stays,
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| But I know I’ll have to come to terms when I’m awake,
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| Thinking about you is the icing on the cake.
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| Makes me realize the fact you’re gone for good for goodness sake.
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| Golden haze, another morning feels like yesterday.
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| End of may, a year is gone and I still feel this way,
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| When we meet again, I’ll ask you how you’re doing
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| And you’ll say fine and ask me how I’m doing
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| And then I’ll lie and I’ll say ordinary, It’s just an ordinary day.
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| It’s just an ordinary day
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| It’s just an ordinary day |