Fine Day
All of the things that I can never say to you
Now I never go outside
It's a fine day to live
Would you still want me
If I never needed you?
It's a fine way to be
The walls are all painted
With spiritual decay
It's a fine sight to see
My soul is screaming
Now I'm all alone
It's a fine day to live
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