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Living for the day
Wo Wo Wo Wooo
Wo Wo wooo
Woe is right
You’d have hated me to carry on
But more to let you know
The once full sun bled from our lives
Then the stars shone; it was gone
We joked about our future
And you to be my wife
I still remember you in my room, you entering my life.
Ripping down my posters
to take away your pain
breaking all my figurines
we’ll feign to be the same.
These four walls held tight our world
But I forget what that means
Left numb; staring into space, a jigsaw
of posters............
Posters and figurines.
I think about The Bulls Head a lot
and I think about our fight,
you told me what was wrong with me
and I couldn’t put you right
We prayed we had a future
and that we’d share a life
I still remember you in my room, you entering my life.
Ripping down my posters
to take away your pain
breaking all my figurines
we’ll feign to be the same.
These four walls held tight our world
but I forget what that means
left numb; staring into space, a jigsaw
of posters.......
posters and figurines.
The qualities we both have,
oh how they slipped away,
a summers madness bound us both
but you get that,
living for the day,
living for the day,
living for the day,
living for the day,
living for the day.
Wo Wo wooo
Woe is right
You’d have hated me to carry on
But more to let you know
The once full sun bled from our lives
Then the stars shone; it was gone
We joked about our future
And you to be my wife
I still remember you in my room, you entering my life.
Ripping down my posters
to take away your pain
breaking all my figurines
we’ll feign to be the same.
These four walls held tight our world
But I forget what that means
Left numb; staring into space, a jigsaw
of posters............
Posters and figurines.
I think about The Bulls Head a lot
and I think about our fight,
you told me what was wrong with me
and I couldn’t put you right
We prayed we had a future
and that we’d share a life
I still remember you in my room, you entering my life.
Ripping down my posters
to take away your pain
breaking all my figurines
we’ll feign to be the same.
These four walls held tight our world
but I forget what that means
left numb; staring into space, a jigsaw
of posters.......
posters and figurines.
The qualities we both have,
oh how they slipped away,
a summers madness bound us both
but you get that,
living for the day,
living for the day,
living for the day,
living for the day,
living for the day.
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