Žodžiai dainai: Grandaddy. O.K. With My Decay.

I woke up Tuesday mornin'
To comin' down
Without a sound
Comin' back down

The pressure put upon me
It goes and goes 'til it thinks it got me
It tries and tries as it might to trick me
To breakin' back down

I'm okay
In truth I say I'm okay
In truth I say I'm okay
With my decay
I have no choice I have no voice
I have no say on my decay
I have no choice so I'll rejoice

I'm okay with my decay
I have no choice I have no voice
I have no say on my decay
I have no choice so I'll rejoice

I'm okay
I'm okay
I'm okay
I'm okay
I'm okay
I'm okay

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