Why does this new day
Feel so old?
Like a puppet
Who's in control?
Each day my sunset
Fades away
Softly promising
It's return
But sometimes you're gone
When I need you the most
And sometimes I know
why
But sometimes you're gone
When I need you the most
And I can't stop bleeding
dry
When I can't do
What needs to be done
Abba rescue me
from myself
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