Doc Martin - Day's Like This Lyrics

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Day's Like This

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What Are The Lyrics For Day's Like This By Doc Martin?
I'm standing all alone out in the pouring rain
And though it really isn't like me to complain I think I'm getting used to it I feel happy and I also feel bad I've never been here but somehow, I think I have But I'm getting used to it I've never been lost like this I've never been lost like this But I wouldn't be happy anywhere else Nobody to tell us what to do, all by ourselves Don't know how I got here and I don't know why I stay The poets all around are laughing in their graves Must be something that I said This place is not like anything I've seen before The spirits move around, the houses have no doors But I'm getting used to it I've never been lost like this I've never been lost like this But I wouldn't be happy anywhere else Nobody to tell us what to do, all by ourselves Isn't this a fine hello, I wish I hadn't seen you go It's always been a bitter pill, the broken mirror's broken still The letters never made the post, a thousand more I never wrote And here on dark, unfriendly streets I find the comfort that I seek And I'm happy, and I've been happy, and I've been I've never been lost like this I've never been lost like this But I wouldn't be happy anywhere else Nobody to tell us what to do, all by ourselves I've never been lost like this I've never been lost like this But I wouldn't be happy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Who Wrote Day's Like This By Doc Martin?
Geoffrey Williams
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