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Text písně A Fine Day To Exit

Long way from home 
nowhere to go what made the river so cold 
the sweat of thoughts trickle down my brow 
soaking and stinging my eye 


(you gotta face it head on 
so you can't turn this thing around 
cos this ain't right) 


tell tale sighs and cries 
of dreams unfulfilled 
and time is running, running dry 
panic stricken bloodshot hearts 
try to restart 
but no longer build the well to survive 
sweet oblivion 


(you gotta face it head on 
so you can't turn this thing around 
cos this ain't right) 


I got these feelings and I don't know why 
I see all my fears in the darkness of light 
what made the river so cold? 
never anyone to rearrange and fall to 
time inside the empty 
call to the blameless I am faithless 
placid dying eyes 


you gotta face it head on 
so you can't turn this thing around 
cos this ain't right 
you have to go eye to eye 
raise your face to the sky 
cos this ain't right 


I got to believe when I say 
only this is the way

					

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