Well this evenings nearly over. I am laying on my bed.
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Summer sun is turning golder, I said.
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And before I close my eyes to get some sleep
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I try to think of the days gone by. It's no surprise that,
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Glory Glory child ain't no saint but I ain't proud of that yea
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I ain't proud (Glory Glory).
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And Glory Glory child ain't no saint but I ain't proud.
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Well my life is far from over. At least that's what I can hope.
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I keep picking 3 leaf clovers I know.
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And before I close my eyes for my last sleep I hope to look at my life gone by.
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Will I smile? and say,
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Glory Glory child ain't no saint but I ain't proud of that yea
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I ain't proud.
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And Glory Glory child ain't no saint but I ain't proud.
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Life is much more (life is much more) that what you've done before.
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And Glory Glory child ain't no saint but I ain't proud of that yea
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I ain't proud.
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And Glory Glory child ain't no saint but I ain't proud.
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Glory Glory.
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Glory Glory
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