Where do we go from here,
While we're all so consumed by fear,
Why I'm trying not to be suspiscious of those I'm suspicious of,
I'm tryin to crack open this angry heart and find a little love,
Still I worry, worry, worry,
Caught in an endless maze,
Still when the lights go out,
All that I can think about is how we've seen better days
Better Days
Amos Lee
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