Sadly greeting another night
Deeply regreting with all his might
Well the deeds throughout the day he's done
Seeking two but finding only one, only one
Chorus
But soon the night becomes the morrow
To escape he runs with each new sorrow
Pain within his face it shows seeking eascape
Just seeking low
Curling up it slutters with smoke covers the day
And saves his soul, saves his soul
Chorus
Tomorrow wont be a different book
Same old troubles even when you look, when you look
Troubles deeds only multiply eascape is costly
I said If you buy, If you buy
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