| Look look what you’ve done
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| Not to become your Father’s Son
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| Before that day, day, day is done
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| You’ll get your day, day, day in the sun
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| In this time we’ve got here
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| Between heaven and hell
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| You’d prefer a motor craft
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| But you’re prepared to set sail
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| The city wants details
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| The state wants you nailed
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| The people got they laws
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| But the Lord’s got the calls
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| Since there’s cash in the lots
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| You did what they said you could not
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| Writt that song like its all that you got
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| Look look what you’ve done
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| Not to become your Father’s Son
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| Before that day, day, day is done
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| You’ll get your day, day, day in the sun
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| Do you mind livin' day to day?
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| You mind livin' day to day
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| You was found now you’re lost
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| You’ve got to make up what you cost
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| That boulder on your shoulder
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| Is that bear that you cross
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| That stare that you plot
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| That will that you got
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| Could never have been bought
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| In China or New York
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| Look look what you’ve done
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| Not to become your Father’s Son
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| Before that day, day, day is done
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| You’ll get your day, day, day in the sun
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| Do you mind livin' day to day?
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| You mind livin' day to day |