| Well I seem to be haunted by these ghosts
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| And I can’t decide which ones grieve the most
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| Not wanting to remember or I can’t forget
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| When I am dusty with these old regrets
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| There are some days I just wanna cry
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| There are some ways I use to get by
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| Well you’ve got your cross and your hymnal too
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| And you say your prayers like you’re supposed to do
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| You tell me it was this thing called «grace»
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| And I believe you, I see it in your face
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| There are some days I just wanna cry
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| There are some ways I use to get by
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| Now I have seen this angel and her wings are torn
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| She offers me a string of pearls and thorns
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| And she seems to smile just before she disappears
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| She whispers «You're not the only one bleeding here»
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| There are some days I just wanna cry
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| There are some ways I usee to get by
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| There are some days I just wanna cry
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| There are these ways I use to get by |