Every day is just the same
Every day is just the same to me,
since he has gone.
Every branch has died upon my tree,
since he has gone.
What's the use me cryin' out,
if no one's there to hear,
me shout his name?
There's a voice keeps going on,
reminding me that I was brought to shame.
Every day is just the same to me,
if time stands still.
Just to think I wanted to be free,
I've had my feel.
Suddenly I'm wide away and reaching out
to touch his sweeping face.
Then I hear the voice again,
that makes me doubt if I can stand the shame.
Suddenly I'm wide away and reaching out
to touch his sweeping face.
Then I hear the voice again,
that makes me doubt if I can stand the shame.

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