March
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Somedays aren't yours at all, They come and go As if they're someone else's days They come and leave you behind someone else's face And it's harsher than yours And colder than yours They come in all quiet Sweep up and then they leave And you don't hear a single floor board creak They're so much stronger Than the friends you try to keep By your side Downtown, Downtown I'm not here, not anymore I've gone away Don't call me, don't write ---------------------------------
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