one more day downeverybody has those dayswhere one soft sweet song'sjust enough to clear my headfall on real lifeis anybody left there sane?if we slide on over and accept fatethen it's bound to be a powerful thingif it's just that you're weakcan we talk about itit's gettin' so damn creepyjust nursing this ghost of a chancethe fiction, the romanceand the Technicolor dreamsof black and white peopleone boy head strongthinks that living here's just plainHe's pushed down so hardyou can hear him start to sinkand it's one last round of petty conversationyou hold on boy cuzyou won't go down like this?just roll on overlay down till it's more than you can takeso one more day downand everybody's changin'one more head downjust enough to reach my headyeah if you're weakcan we talk about itit's gettin' so damn creepyjust nursing this ghost of a chancethe fiction, the roamnceand the Technicolor dreamsof black and white peopleWe are black and white people
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