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I took a bus today Got a ticket along the way And the sound of which got spilled Made my head spin and my mood was killed And as i stepped outside And headed home for a place to hide I saw my reflection of that thing i deride So there it stood With a pale with face I saw it staring back at me A tired, dead-like gaze So i did what anyone would do I kept glaring, staring back at you Those days when everything blue I keep thinking, it might be the last one too 67 days to die 67 ways to lie 67 faces cry 67 places dry 27 for the years gone by 27 you closed your eyes What a typical day I thought I tend to get through but today I fought It seems colorful when I turn my back Even the prettiest things, they're all painted black So i did what anyone would do I kept glaring, staring back at you Those days when everything blue I keep thinking, it might be the last one too 67 days to die 67 ways to lie 67 faces cry 67 places dry 27 for the years gone by 27 you closed your eyes