I see the pestilence outside my window
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I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high
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I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street
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I face the morning with my customary sigh
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I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud
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A stumbling wino has attracted quite a crowd
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My breakfast finished now I brave the outside
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But clouds have hidden all the warmth inside
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Chase these clouds away
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I hate this sunless Saturday
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Freedom come
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For us now
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Light our sky
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Burn away these clouds
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Perhaps the charcoal grey and brown around me
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Is just the mirror image of tainted soul
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I think the sun will never visit my sky
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Until the truth is seen by each and every eye
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I see the helpless and I see the insane
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I see a pauper singing in the pouring rain
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I see the means of help elude us again
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I think the sun will never visit me again
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Sunless Saturday
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| Bananafishbones |
