Having a bad day. Having a bad day.
The sun don’t shine it just fades away, just fades away.
And days of blue skies are so shy.
They play above ceilings of silver linings.
They don’t notice that down below the air is crying.
Old bones are rubbing joints and sighing.
Having a bad day. Having a bad day.
The sun don’t shine it just fades away.
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