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| as the day breaks over Utah's skies on the way to Houston. 12.27.2009 |
by: Joshua Radin
Some kind of magic
Happens late at night
When the moon smiles down at me
And bathes me in it's light.
I fell asleep beneath you
In the tall blades of grass.
When I woke the world was new.
I never had to ask.
It's a brand new day.
The sun is shinning.
It's a brand new day.
For the first time in such a long, long time
I know I'll be okay.
Most kind of stories
Save the best part for last.
And most stories have a hero who finds
You make your past your past.
Yeah, you make your past your past.
It's a brand new day.
The sun is shinning.
It's a brand new day.
For the first time in such a long, long time
I know I'll be okay.
This cycle never ends.
You gotta fall in order to mend.
It's a brand new day.
It's a brand new day.
For the first time in such a long, long time
I know I'll be okay.
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