Many more days have gone
More days have gone
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm not making excuses
I'm not making amends
Are we saving face, on a day of confusion?
Or clearing the air?
All the doors flew open swinging in anger
Slamming back and forth
Shaking, shaking, breaking more
Down into the floor
Is there something you could say?
Is there something you could do?
Stop the memories from drifting away
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm making excuses
I'm not, not, making excuses
I'm not making amends
Are we saving face on a day of confusion?
Or clearing the air?
When we try to walk away, whеn we turn our backs and smile
Will we see thе past that haunts us now?
When we try to walk away, when we turn our backs and smile
Will we see the past that haunts us now?
If I say I'm sorry
If I say I'm sorry, one more time
Thinking those days will be coming back
Thinking those days are gone
Thinking those days will be coming back
Thinking those days are gone
Thinking those days will be coming back
Thinking those days will be coming back
Thinking those days will be coming back
Again and again (Those days, those days, those days)
Again and again (Those days, those days, those days)
Again and again (Those days, those days, those days)
Again and again (Those days, those days, those days, those days)
Those days, those days
Those days, those days
Those days, those days
Those days, those days
Those days, those days
Those days, those days
Those days, those days
Those days, those days
Days, days, days, days
Days, days, days, days
Those day, those days
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