At the end of the day,
The sky begins to fall,
The road becomes narrow,
Your steps become smaller.
At the end of the day,
The trees are covered,
The sun turns weak,
The night is now free.
At the end of the day,
You long to say goodbye,
As tears surround your eyes,
Knowing the day as come to an end.
The sky begins to fall,
The road becomes narrow,
Your steps become smaller.
At the end of the day,
The trees are covered,
The sun turns weak,
The night is now free.
At the end of the day,
You long to say goodbye,
As tears surround your eyes,
Knowing the day as come to an end.

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