They tell me your blue skies fade to gray1 C( t ^6 M C
They tell me your passion's gone away) |/ _5 q- q7 E9 R8 V
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You stand in the line just to hit a new low 1 E+ C- u) N! t! B# iYou're faking a smile with the coffee you go 3 t: @% _' y! O: g6 yYou tell me your life's been way off line 7 i. Y4 z+ w9 n9 H6 Y7 g4 tYou're falling to pieces every time ; i; }: f C, o. A( W @ @0 c1 n# |! e Bad Day---(Daniel Powter) * |5 d2 G4 X( _