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Some Days - Trisha YearwoodIf you see dark skies in my green eyesIts just that I cant find no coverThese ghosts that haunt meThey get me when they want meAnd some days are better than othersI didnt sleep last night, I guess thats the priceYou pay for a soul thats troubledAnd curse or blessing Im here confessingSome days are better than othersI have these moments of weaknessBut Ive had a lifetime of strengthAnd I know I will defeat thisBut thats not what my heart wants to thinkAnd even tomorrow is tinged with sorrowWhen one fool longs for anotherThis cant last forever, just like the weatherSome days are better than othersIf you see dark skies in my sad eyesIt just means that I cant find no coverThese ghosts that haunt meThey take me when they want meAnd some days are better than othersSome days are better than others
josephine383
I used to think about it when I was a little one all aloneUsed to be so excited, so excited on my ownI used to think about it when I was a little one all aloneUsed to be so excited, so excited in my homeYou wouldn’t believe it even if I told yaThis little girl had too much exposureBig bad world, eyes black like a ravenI knew right then my soul needed savingYou were way out of my league back thenGo anyway, be a manI am sixteen and I love you and I’m standing on your stepBack to before the love in my mind but I don’t know where I skippedTurn out there, never see the limited force, I have a breastBut I’m sixteen and I love you and I have a lot to giveI used to think about it when I was a little one all aloneUsed to be so excited, so excited in my homeI used to think about it when I was a little one all aloneUsed to be all about it, all about it on my ownYou wouldn’t believe it even if I told yaThis little girl had too much exposureBig bad world, eyes black like a ravenI knew right then my soul needed savingYou were way out of my league back thenGo anyway, be a manI am sixteen and I love you and I’m standing on your stepBack to before the love in my mind but I don’t know where I skippedTurn out there, never see the limited force, I have a breastBut I’m sixteen and I love you and I have a lot to giveLet me be your gospelBaby, we’ve got historyLet me be your gospelBaby, we’ve got historyThis is the end, my faithful friendThe bits of it, coming home againThis is the endI drink to you, you always wish me wellAnd toast to a “go fuck yourself”I drink to you, you always wish me wellAnd toast to a “go fuck yourself”
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