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Days In December Bright Lights

it was better than all those days (all those days) And I never cried To feel like it was something That it was better than all those days (all those days

the corners faded sepia brown And yet it's all I have of our past love A postscript to its ending Brighter days, I can see such brighter days When every

the past few days, tighter the phase I know I?ma praise, now can I rap, can I dap Not really sure yet, who that lookin' over the shoulders Of those bright

the corners faded sepia brown And yet it's all I have of our past love A postscript to its ending Brighter days, I can see such brighter days When every

the heavy head that goes to bed wishing for some new day to come and is a high load of the beating of your memories that in their light make your days bright

the corners faded sepia brown And yet it's all I have of our past love A postscript to its ending Brighter days I can see such brighter days When every

fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go. " - THOMAS EDISON (reciting a familiar nursery rhyme. He invented the phonograph, the light

and the corners faded sepia brown And yet it's all I have of our past love A postscript to its ending Brighter days I can see such brighter days When

shining bright. (and we feel alive) We'll shut this city down. Another night out and we'll burn it to the ground. These are the days. These are our days