Sleep In Sundays - Some Days | Текст песни

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Some days are just lost and some were never there, but when you go down I'll follow with my prayers.

Someday all the clouds will fall in a fog and I won't care. I will hold my hands up heavenwards for as long as I can bear.

Some things just don't work out the way that you thought you had planned. And some things, they just fall apart in your hands.

Some day: a warm summer wind whipped through some stringy, sweat-slicked hair, and the memory of the street-lamp's freckled glare...

Don't you know that it's one thousand prayers that holds a plane up in the air? So, I'll whisper mine, breath stained with wine, so you can forget my name again. Because you can't lose someone that you never even called your friend.

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