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One Small Day
If the stack is high against you
And the hammer's coming down
And the time that's yours lies heavy in your hands
Oh my sentimental friend
The fast much reach an end
Lying face down on the cold stone
And they give their all to you
But their all is slipping through your hands
Oh my sentimental friend
Your time will come again
Chorus:
One day where I didn't die a thousand times
Where I could satisfy this life of mine
One small day
One day where every hour could be a joy to me
And live a life the way it's meant to be
One small day
How many times has it turned against you
How many times will they walk away
How many times have you let depression win the fight
Oh my sentimental friend
We'll walk as one again
(Chorus)
How many times has it turned against you
How many times will they walk away
One day where I didn't die a thousand times
Where I could satisfy this life of mine
One day where every hour could be a joy to me
And live a life the way it's meant to be
One day where I wouldn't feel my senses die
Where nothing made me hang my head and cry
One day where I could see myself as others do
Where I could feel the strength of love at hand
One day where I didn't die a thousand times
Where I could satisfy this life of mine
One day where every hour could by a joy to me
And live a life the way it's meant to be
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And live a life the way it's meant to be
One day where every hour could by a joy to me
Where I could satisfy this life of mine
One day where I didn't die a thousand times
Where I could feel the strength of love at hand
One day where I could see myself as others do
Where nothing made me hang my head and cry
One day where I wouldn't feel my senses die
And live a life the way it's meant to be
One day where every hour could be a joy to me
Where I could satisfy this life of mine
One day where I didn't die a thousand times
How many times will they walk away
How many times has it turned against you
(Chorus)
We'll walk as one again
Oh my sentimental friend
How many times have you let depression win the fight
How many times will they walk away
How many times has it turned against you
One small day
And live a life the way it's meant to be
One day where every hour could be a joy to me
One small day
Where I could satisfy this life of mine
One day where I didn't die a thousand times
Chorus:
Your time will come again
Oh my sentimental friend
But their all is slipping through your hands
And they give their all to you
Lying face down on the cold stone
The fast much reach an end
Oh my sentimental friend
And the time that's yours lies heavy in your hands
And the hammer's coming down
If the stack is high against you
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| OOne SSmall DDay |
| ne mall ay |
| nOe mSall aDy |
| kne zmall xay |
| kOne zSmall xDay |
| Okne Szmall Dxay |
| 9ne wmall eay |
| 9One wSmall eDay |
| O9ne Swmall Deay |
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| 0ne dmall fay |
| 0One dSmall fDay |
| O0ne Sdmall Dfay |
| lne emall ray |
| lOne eSmall rDay |
| Olne Semall Dray |
| ine xmall cay |
| iOne xSmall cDay |
| Oine Sxmall Dcay |
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| Onne amall say |
| Oe aSmall sDay |
| Oen Samall Dsay |
| Ome Smmall Daay |
| Omne Sall Dy |
| Onme Samll Dya |
| Ohe Sjall Dzy |
| Ohne Sjmall Dzay |
| Onhe Smjall Dazy |
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| Oje Skall Dqy |
| Ojne Skmall Dqay |
| Onje Smkall Daqy |
| Obe Snall Dsy |
| Obne Snmall |
| Onbe Smnall Dasy |
| Onee Smaall Dwy |
| On Smll Dway |
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