I guess, God said,
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It's time to let the little
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people have the salad days
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somebody cut the rain
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let there be lawn chairs
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in the shade for everyone
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be sure to give it the works
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the barbecues and the fireworks
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and make certain the night
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is fair for my lovers in pairs
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I'll be behind the sun
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now let these things be done
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uh huh, it's one of those days
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We had iced up beer
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in the park with the picnic gear
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uh huh, the salad days
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between the hoots and shouts
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we were knockin' a volleyball
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around every which way
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tan dads without no shirts
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young things tucked under skirts
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a baby girl whose face
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is smirched with some dessert
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bad boys hurtin' their bikes
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shootin' for the world record
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one of those days
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<Interlude>
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Now sometime later on
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God peeked from behind
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the sun,he said
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Looks like it's all worked out
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and I can rest a while
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God had His Great Snooze
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and through the trees
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a sleepy breeze blew
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it was one of those days
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it was one of those days
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it was one of those days
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One of Those Days
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| Adrian Belew |
