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Now when the day is over
And when the sky falls down
I will be there for you
At the outskirts of the town

Another day that you come rough from
Another day that left you behind
I really have to tell you
You're the only thing on my mind

And I can tell by the way you move
It's like you stood on the firing line
For a second stick your hands in the sand
Waiting for sound

Why can't you just try to keep your cool
And I'll worry about it old
Let tomorrow be a friend
And a new day
And a new day

And you say you're sorry
You say you've been all good
And this town holds nothing for you
And you can feel it in your blood

And I can tell by the way you move
It's like you stood on the firing line
For a second stick your hands in the sand
Waiting for sound

Why can't you just try to keep your cool
And I'll worry about it old
Let tomorrow be a friend
And a new day
And a new day

And when the day is over
And when the sky falls down
I'll be waiting for you
At the outskirts of the town

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