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“Dying Days” by Screaming Trees

Yes, it’s too late. This life isn’t mine. Lord hear me pray. Can you ease my mind?

All these dying days
I walked the ghost town
Used to be my city
I seen a holy man
Seen him crying with the mother Mary
All these dying days

Yes, it’s too late
This life isn’t mine
Lord hear me pray
Can you ease my mind
Now that they’re gone forever
Jesus I done gone over
Sleeping alone, you stay on your side
If I could lie like all of a thousand other times
I wouldn’t be on this highway
Taken on down this highway
All these dying days
I walk the ghost town
Used to be my city
I seen a holy man
Seen him crying with the mother Mary
All these dying days, ah yeah

All these dying days
I walk the ghost town
Used to be my city
I seen a holy man
Seen him crying with the Mother Mary
All these dying days, ah yeah

Yes, it’s too late
This life isn’t mine
Lord don’t you hear me pray
Can you ease my mind
Waiting for the sunshine
Waiting for the sunshine

All these dying days
I walked the ghost town
Used to be my city
I seen a holy man
Seen him crying with the mother Mary
All these dying days, ah yeah

Dying, woah dying, oh dying, days

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