In days of peace -- Sweet smelling summer nights Of wine and song Dusty pavements burning feet. Why am I crying, I want to know. How can I smile and make it right? For sixty days and eighty nights And not give in and lose the fight. I'm going back to the ones that I know, With whom I can be what I want to be. Just one week for the feeling to go -- And with you there to help me Then it probably will.
I won't go down Acting the same old play. Give sixty days for just one night. Don't think I'd make it: but then I might.
I'm going back to the ones that I know, With whom I can be what I want to be. Just one week for the feeling to go -- And with you there to help me Then it probably will.
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