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Well, I seem to be haunted by these ghosts
And I can't decide which ones grieve the most
Not wanting to remember or I can't forget
When I am dusty with these old regrets

There are some days I just wanna cry
There are some ways I use to get by

Well, you've got your cross and your hymnal too
And you say your prayers like you're supposed to do
You tell me it was this thing called "grace"
And I believe you, I see it in your face

There are some days I just wanna cry
There are some ways I use to get by

Now I have seen this angel and her wings are torn
She offers me a string of pearls and thorns
And she seems to smile just before she disappears
She whispers "You're not the only one bleeding here"

There are some days I just wanna cry
There are some ways I use to get by
There are some days I just wanna cry
There are these ways I use to get by