In days of peace --
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sweet smelling summer nights
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of wine and song;
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dusty pavements burning feet.
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Why am I crying, I want to know.
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How can I smile and make it right?
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For sixty days and eighty nights
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and not give in and lose the fight.
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I'm going back to the ones that I know,
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with whom I can be what I want to be.
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Just one week for the feeling to go --
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and with you there to help me
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then it probably will.
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I won't go down
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acting the same old play.
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Give sixty days for just one night.
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Don't think I'd make it: but then I might.
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I'm going back to the ones that I know,
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with whom I can be what I want to be.
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Just one week for the feeling to go --
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and with you there to help me
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then it probably will.
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With You There To Help Me
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| Jethro Tull |
