Days Pass
When I wake up in the morning,
And look into your eyes,
This painful, lonely feeling,
It makes me want to cry.
I sit and light a cigarette,
And think that I should try...
Days pass,
I don't know how many they are;
Distance and Time,
Are much too far.
I want to lay down,
Sleep, to never wake again.
Dream of a time,
When I held your hand
And look into your eyes,
This painful, lonely feeling,
It makes me want to cry.
I sit and light a cigarette,
And think that I should try...
Days pass,
I don't know how many they are;
Distance and Time,
Are much too far.
I want to lay down,
Sleep, to never wake again.
Dream of a time,
When I held your hand
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