I hear the churchbells ringing so it must be Sunday morning; my head
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still pounding from Saturday night / I'm floating down the river, keep
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my neck above the water / it's not the way I planned it but everything's
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all right
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no it's not the way I planned it, but lives have ways of wandering and
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where I'd hoped to aim for is not what fate saw fit to bring
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everything is going to be all right
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well I lost more than I gathered; another mirror shattered / seven years
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bad luck is somehow no surprise to me / but if life's just killing time
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with no reason and no rhyme let the peace and grace and light of Sunday
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morning set me free
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I remember, I remember... all the world held its breath when you leaned
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forward with a kiss... I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember this
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everything is going to be all right
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The Day I Died
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