These Days:
Is there any hatred in your heart these days?..
Is there any violence in your eyes?..
Everybody's looking for a better place..
Everywhere is a good one in disguise...
Someone's waging war on everything I love...
We're all in the trenches laying low...
A friend of mine walks up to me, whispers in my ear...
"Is this how you pictured it?", and I say "No."
"Can you believe it?",and I say "No."
(Chorus)
There will be no more turning back...
How does it feel to be attacked?..
These days are mine, I want them back...
Tell me do you think about yourself these days?..
Do you pick yourself up off the ground?..
A friend of mine walks up to me, whispers in my ear,..
"Sometimes I think we're all joined down."
There will be no more turning back...
How does it feel to be attacked?...
These days are mine, I want them back...
There will be no more turning back...
How does it feel to be attacked?...
These days are ours, we want them back...
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