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No Bad Days

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When you got the call
That no one wants to have
Sick of hospitals
To paper over cracks
You weren’t scared at all
But never turned away
Well fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em all
Stop

Stop signs run ‘em
Bills don’t pay ‘em
Who would care at all?
Burn your money
Ain’t worth nothing on your curtain call

There’ll be no bad days
There’ll be no bad days
There’ll be no bad days
You’ll have no more bad days
When you’re gone, gone
There’ll be no bad days
You’ll have no more bad days

So your future’s lost
But they can’t take your past
And you said no tears ‘round here anymore

But I ain’t crying
That’s you crying
Well fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em all
‘Cause

There’ll be no bad days
There’ll be no bad days
There’ll be no bad days
You’ll have no more bad days
When you’re gone, gone
There’ll be no bad days
You’ll have no more bad days

Stop

There’ll be no bad days
There’ll be no bad days
There’ll be no bad days
You’ll have no more bad days
When you’re gone, gone
There’ll be no bad days
You’ll have no more bad days

No, no bad days
No bad days
Gone, gone
There’ll be no bad days
You’ll have no more bad days

Composição: Mark Crew/Phil Plested/Dan Priddy/Dan Smith





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