(Cummings-Winter)
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Meet my lady every morning half past nine when the bells begin to ring,
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Looking out the window down the road and I see the same damn thing,
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Three days to get it on, three days to get it off and three more days to die,
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And I¡¯m six feet down and I¡¯m asking the good Lord up in heaven
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Why
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You can¡¯t find all the answers if you¡¯re always standing in the rain,
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And once the chance goes by it just might not come round again,
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Three days to build it up, three days to tear it down and three more days to die,
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And I¡¯m still six feet down still wonderin¡¯, prayin¡¯ and asking
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Why
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We gotta have a reason and you know it
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Freedom, paint me a picture,
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Show it to me right now, Freedom, paint me a picture,
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Where are you freedom
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Meet my lady every morning half past nine when the bells begin to ring,
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Looking out the window down the road and I see the same damn thing,
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Three days to get it on, three days to get it off and three more days to die,
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And I¡¯m six feet down and I¡¯m asking the good Lord up in heaven
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Why,
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Have you got any answers for sale....
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Three More Days
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