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Bad Day
There's an air of despair that can haunt you
If you let the storm grow cold deep inside
You can run you can hide until it finds you
Until it tears your poor soul apart
Let the wind cast the sail out of season
Send my dreams to the sea never known
Leave the sun to decide my misfortunes
I will sail in the hymns of the cruel
If you let the storm grow cold deep inside
You can run you can hide until it finds you
Until it tears your poor soul apart
Let the wind cast the sail out of season
Send my dreams to the sea never known
Leave the sun to decide my misfortunes
I will sail in the hymns of the cruel
Published 8th Apr 2013
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