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DWell, today there'Gs no salvation
The band's packed up and gone A
And I'm left standing with my penny, in my hand D
DThere's a big crowd at the station
WhGere the bliAnd man sings his song
But he sees, Lord, what they can't understand D
It's the 33Grd of August, Lord
And I'm finally coming down D Em
Eight days from Sunday fiAnds me, Saturday Dbound
DOnce I stumbled through the Gdarkness
Fell down to my knees A
A thousand voiceDs screaming in my brain
DWoke up, in a squad car
Busted down Gfor vagrancy A
And outside my cell, itD sure as hell, it looked like rain
DNow I've got my, dangeroGus feeling
Under lock and chaAin, I've killed my vDiolent nature with a smile
DThough the demons danced and sang theGir songs
Within my fevAered brain
Not all my God-like tDhoughts, Lord, were defiled
DYesterday's newspaper, forecast Emno rainA for today
Yesterday's news wDas old news, so I threw it away
DSome time's at night, Lord, you know
I can still feEmel thGe pain
And, outside my cell, Ait sure as hell, it looks like rain
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