Bright Day (Lyrics)
A bright day, like no other day.
I was dead on my feet,
Laying hands on lost souls.
I’d get high and wait for you to let me in,
While you’re going quietly mad (x2)
Stars fell on Alabama,
And they almost ran us down.
I’ll be smoking in my grave,
Cuz you don’t want a wife anymore (x2)
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