| Yesterday is just the same
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| Tomorrow as the day before
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| And the day can be the same
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| As a memory of a time before
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| And the memory makes me happy
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| But now I’m sad
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| That day has come
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| I’m falling
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| Where’s my people, my beautiful people
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| Are you dying like the day before?
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| I’m so much wasted, this trip’s a nightmare
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| Yes, they’re dying like the day before
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| I’m falling
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| It’s about the time I can
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| Are we together or are we separate?
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| Are we like the day before?
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| By the prophets and dirty bastards
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| They’ll keep us fighting
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| But I’m not falling
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| Someday I’ll come for you
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| We’ll make a cocktail or two
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| We’ll travel down the road
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| And watch the stonework explode
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| Here’s the promise made to each other
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| Some trouble
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| Lay down your head
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| Negotiation, the time is over
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| Here’s the
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| We will not pass, I’m falling
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| We’re falling
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| Someday I’ll come for you
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| Someday I’ll come for you
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| Someday I’ll come for you
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| Someday I’ll come for you |