Day after Day seems like I push against the clouds
They just keep blocking out the sun
It seems since I was born
I've wakened every blessed morning
Down on my luck and up against the wind
Chorus: Don't you stop, don't you run, don't you cry
You'll do fine, you'll be good, you'll get by
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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