Golden haze,
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Another morning feels like yesterday.
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End of may..
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Now you're gone and there's still bills to pay.
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And you know it doesn't help to make believe, you're sitting next to me.
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It doesn't help, to make believe that you are right behind me
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Saying it's okay.
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Longer days,
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More time to sit and watch the pendulum sway.
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In quiet rage I'm staring at this empty notebook page.
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In times like these you feel like you are done with feeling,
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You feel you want to stop the pain from healing
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Because you feel like you're the only one,
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Who's ever felt this way.
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Some days in a daze, there's brighter days.
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Funny how the feeling never stays,
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But I know I'll have to come to terms when I'm awake,
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Thinking about you is the icing on the cake.
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Makes me realize the fact you're gone for good for goodness sake.
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Golden haze, another morning feels like yesterday.
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End of may, a year is gone and I still feel this way,
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When we meet again, I'll ask you how you're doing
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And you'll say fine and ask me how I'm doing
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And then I'll lie and I'll say ordinary, It's just an ordinary day.
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It's just an ordinary day
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It's just an ordinary day
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End Of May
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Michael Buble |