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Your bright and shining star fell a little short of gloryAnd left you wondering where you are, where you areWhile you're down there in the trenches, trying to pick up all the piecesAs you're sifting through the ashes, beware: the past is buried thereAnd it's a, a good dayIt's a, a good dayYeah, it's a good day here, now.It's hard to make amends with crimes that have no rhyme or reasonWell, how could you know where to begin, where to beginWhile you're down there in the trenches, trying to pick up all the piecesAs you're sifting through the ashes, beware: the past is buried there.And it's a good dayIt's a, a good dayIt's a, a good dayA good dayIt's a good dayYeah, it's a good day here, now.--- Instrumental to fade --- From Letras Mania