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Blame it on the dog days, the chaos too
Wonder 'Where's the better times, are they coming soon?'
Wish that it was golden, over soon
But I'm the next in line getting over you
Said that it would go away and ease your mind
Said that it would all work out in the nick of time
Then you'd shine the golden OK
But you just close your eyes and make it go away
Try to figure out what to say
But you just push it all away
Blame it on the gray sky; the blue ones, too
Blame it on what you are and not what you do
Said that it would go away, and ease your mind
Said that it would all work out in the nick of time
Then you'd shine the golden OK
But you just close your eyes and make it go away
Try to figure out what to say
But you just push it all away
Then you'd shine the golden OK
But you just close your eyes and make it go away
Try to figure out what to say
But you just push it all away, away
Written by: Black Books
