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I don't know Why
But, I do it anyway
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I don't know Why

I don’t know why I feel this way,
all I see is a single shade of grey
It’s like this when I wake up every day,
but I do it anyway

All I want is to hideaway,
no more to betray
But the day, it leads me astray,
and I do it anyway

All I am is prey,
supplying nothing but dismay
I am not sure why I want to stay,
I do it anyway

Where can I stowaway?
Stuck here with feet of clay,
too much for my soul to pay
It has always been this way

I don’t know why I wake up every day,
but I do it anyway


08/18/08
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