All My Days (song)

All my days
In a haze
All these days came and went
Lay my head down on a pillow
Let me dream when
All is spent
My life, my time
Birth my crime
Death must be
Victory
For every soul sold to purpose
To all but olden dharma bums
Losing our glamour
Remembering
Days of old
We were children
Who had nothing but
Everything
We would die to be again
We would die to be again
We would die to be again
We would die to be again
To be that way
Just one more time again

Marching like soldiers
Lives of nothing
Spent for every
Empty shallow
Grave we fall in
Gravely living
Barely speaking
Words of silent
Voices hailing
Vicarious
Heroes who
Do our bidding

(Repeat all but this last verse.,
then fade out repeating “just one more time again”.

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