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God made this glorious day and over arching sky, |
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For rolling in the hay and watching clouds blow by, |
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God made this single day for sinners everywhere, |
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So fill your heart with abandon, |
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And drink in the golden air. |
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We shared signs of bad design, |
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But have we lost the plot, |
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It's not the world we saw for ourselves, |
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But it's the only one we've got, |
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God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere too, |
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And if your ears are burning, maybe I'm thinking of you. |
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They haven't written the guidebook yet, |
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A set of rules that really fit, |
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We make our own up bit by bit, |
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Seven levels below. |
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Acknowledge if you will this peaceful perfect night, |
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How still the day seems now that its been starved of light, |
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Under the moon and stars the freaks come out to play, |
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Whatever gets you through it, hey brother that's okay. |
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They haven't written the guidebook yet, |
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A set of rules that really fit, |
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We make our own up bit by bit, |
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Seven levels below. |
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God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere, |
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So fill your heart with abandon, |
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And drink in the golden air. |
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They haven't written the guidebook yet, |
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A set of rules that really fit, |
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We make our own up bit by bit, |
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Seven levels below. |
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They haven't written the guidebook yet, |
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A set of rules that really fit, |
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We make our own up bit by bit, |
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Seven levels below. |
