Texty: Black Label Society. Fadin' Away.

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Should I feel lost
Or should I feel found
What should it be up or down?
Won't you please help me, yeah

I'm searching high
I'm searching low
Where might it be? A loss for words, baby
That'll set me free, yeah, that'll set me free

Fadin', Lord I'm fadin' away now
Mama, it's been a year to the day
I'm just fadin', oh, I'm fadin' away, yeah
Mama, it's been a year to the day

You ask for this
They sell you that
A better place
Is where I hope you're at

Now who's gonna live
And who's gonna die?
Is it hello or goodbye?
Tell me how, could you tell me why

Fadin', Lord, I'm fadin' away, yeah
Mama, it's been a year, oh, to the day
I'm just fadin', yeah, I'm fadin' away, yeah
Mama, it's been a year to the day

That's better

Oh yeah, when the daisies are growing over top of me
Where is it that I go, yeah
Runnin' out of time, Lord, I need to know
Oh, I need to know

Fadin', fadin' away, yeah
Mama, it's been a year, oh, to the day now
Fadin', fadin' away, oh yeah
Mama, it's been a year to the day, oh yeah

Mama, it's been a year, oh, to the day
Mama, it's been a year to the day