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Bride

pochette album Day by day
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I'm sick; i've tried not to show it
I pray to god that no one has noticed

But i grow weaker day by day
My face is pale my hair turns gray
It's hard to find the joy i once knew
What has crawled into my bones?
Made me brittle, made me old

All of my dreams are about god
When i dream about god
When i dream its about god

Confusion is my enemy
Restore my soul of faith from reasoning

Jesus save me from obscurity
From the hour, the moment of grief

But i grow weaker day by day
My face is pale my hair turns gray
Hard to imagine the boy i once knew

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