You make the best of each new day, you try not to be sad Even though the sky falls down upon you, call it midnight, feelin bad The road to love is littered by the bones of other ones Who by the magic of the moment were mysteriously undone You try to understand it but you never seem to find any kind of freedom Comin clean is just another state of mind So take the best of all thats left (you know this cannot last) Just think about the fool who, by his virtue, can be found in a most unusual situation playin jester to the clown
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 20:40:04 +0000
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