| someday no day
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| its all right?
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| its all day.
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| theres is price to pay
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| for the mistakes you make
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| to discover what you do
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| it will always come back to you
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| i couldn’t see it before
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| hiding behind closed doors
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| when you step outside yourself
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| and with the face of someone else
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| breaking your fall from grace
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| killing this empty space
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| like the thorn in your side
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| it puts the dent in your pride
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| no one believes you now
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| it caught up with you somehow
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| and you wonder what your feeling
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| will it never be the same?
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| in the moment of madness
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| under your angry skies
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| you are not what you feel
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| this is insanity
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| from the shadows
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| of darken, the of depths of your angels eyes
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| knowing nothing is real
|
| this is insanity
|
| from the shadows
|
| of darken, the of depths of your angels eyes
|
| knowing nothing is real
|
| this is insanity
|
| in the moment of madness
|
| under your angry skies
|
| you are not what you feel
|
| this is insanity
|
| from the shadows
|
| of darken, the of depths of your angels eyes
|
| knowing nothing is real
|
| this is insanity
|
| someday no day
|
| its all right its all day
|
| in the moment of madness
|
| under your angry skies
|
| you are not what you feel
|
| this is insanity
|
| from the shadows
|
| of darken, the of depths of your angels eyes
|
| knowing nothing is real
|
| this is insanity
|
| from the shadows
|
| of darken, the of depths of your angels eyes
|
| knowing nothing is real
|
| this is insanity
|
| someday no day
|
| its all right its all day
|
| in the moment of madness
|
| under your angry skies
|
| you are not what you feel
|
| this is insanity
|
| from the shadows
|
| of darken, the of depths of your angels eyes
|
| knowing nothing is real
|
| this is insanity |