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I can't stand this day
We know it's sunday morning
It's not possible for me to stay
This is one of these days
This is one of these days
This is one of these days

I can't stand this day
We know it's sunday morning
It's not possible for me to stay

This is one of these days
This is one of these days
This is one of these days
That evereything is fucked up
And grinding my head, grinding my head
Grinding my head

I'll wait for the messenger
Between the darkness he will provide the clarity

This is one of these days
This is one of these days
This is one of these days
That evereything is fucked up
And grinding my head, grinding my head
Grinding my head

Where did my angels run and hide?
Where are the guys with lucky eyes?
Where do the strangers sleep at night?
Sleep this night, How can I?

Where did my angels run and hide?
Where are the guys with lucky eyes?
Where do the strangers sleep at night?
Sleep this night, how can I?

This is one of these days
This is one of these days
This is one of these days
That evereything is fucked up
And grinding my head, grinding my head
Grinding my head, grinding my head
Grinding my head, grinding my head
Grinding my head

I can't stand this day
We know it's sunday morning
It's not possible for me to stay a day or a night

So I'll wait for the messenger
Between the darkness he will provide the clarity
Can not stay

This is one of these days
This is one of these days
That evereything is fucked up
And grinding my head
That evereything is fucked up
And grinding my head
That evereything is fucked up
And grinding my, grinding my,
Grinding my, grinding my,
Grinding my... head, head, head

This is one of these days

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