If the stack is high against you
And the hammer's coming down
And the time that's yours lies heavy in your hands
Oh my sentimental friend
The fast must reach an end
One day

Lying face down on the cold stone
And they give their all to you
But their all is slipping through your hands
Oh my sentimental friend
Your time will come again
One day

One day where I didn't die a thousand times
Where I could satisfy this life of mine
One small day
One day where every hour could be a joy to me
And live a life the way it's meant to be
One small day

How many times has it turned against you?
How many times will they walk away?
How many times have you let depression win the fight?
Oh my sentimental friend
We'll walk as one again
One day

One day where I didn't die a thousand times
Where I could satisfy this life of mine
One small day
One day where every hour could be a joy to me
And live a life the way it's meant to be
One small day

Walk away
Turn against you
Walk away
Turn against you
Walk away
How many times can they turn against you?
How many times can they walk away?

One day where I didn't die a thousand times
Where I could satisfy this life of mine
One day where every hour could be a joy to me
And live a life the way it's meant to be

One day where I wouldn't feel my senses die
Where nothing made me hang my head and cry
One day where I could see myself as others can
Where I could feel the strength of love at hand

One day where I didn't die a thousand times
Where I could satisfy this life of mine
One day where every hour could be a joy to me
And live a life the way it's meant to be

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Composição: Billy Currie / Chris Cross / Midge Ure / Warren Cann · Esse não é o compositor? Nos avise.
Enviada por Alexandre, Traduzida por Luís
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