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Point Of Grace Better Days

be fine Better days are just a dream right now It's like all you do is pray But the world keeps turning Bringing us better days CHORUS Better days, better days

gonna be fine Better days are just a dream right now It's like all you do is pray But the world keeps turning Bringing us better days CHORUS Better days, better days

? We're waiting for the better days We will always feel dismayed but only ever be okay What's the point in getting laid? We're waiting for the better days

of sadness I occupy with dignity was left like a dream among stones and the words that you spill from the mouth that you fill they abandon their grace

men (arrr) fuck the power of grace go 'til my skull is grey - every day, all day i'mma never fall prey some people get better with time and some people

o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better

ever I saw you face it was love at first sight in a public place see you moved through the room with such style and grace and like a sweet peice of candy

turn, my turn I need this mic I'll make it hard to keep track of my days If need be you count the sun rays Seven nights seven days,incubate six degrees

on to all the things you know will only hold you back in the end) ..like you're just holding out for something better to steal you from these tired days