Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those,
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Same old story-I know how this song goes,
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At least I did, but now I'm not so sure,
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Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore,
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Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
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Happy knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?
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But truth has been obscured,
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I am only human and I'm always wanting more.
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And the world is a place and they say it's on our side,
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But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
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Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me,
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Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed,
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Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess.
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Oh, those good days I remember well,
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Tape on windows, wintertime was hell,
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But it was fun, and people there were kind,
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There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time.
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And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived,
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I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give,
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Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano,
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Oh, every love song a secret to be shared,
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Hey, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there.
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Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf,
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Reasons to be cheerful for myself,
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I don't know why you're showing me the sky,
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You say you see heaven,
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I see hell, but want to try.
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And the world is a place, and I pray it's on my side,
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But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died,
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I don't know what's become of a girl who once knew sunshine,
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What's become of a girl who knew sorrow but was strong?
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Oh, Mr. King you were right, all along,
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Mr. King you were right,
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Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong.
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Mr. King
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Nerina Pallot |