| Oh, the deeds in my time
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| I’ve been sinking down my wine
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| Oh, Lord, in my time
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| I’ve been sinking down my wine
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| In the dark of the night
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| I’ve bumped my shin, can’t find the light
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| Where’s my mansions made of gold
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| Heaven knows, dear God has told
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| Oh, the deeds in my time
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| They ain’t worth one stinking dime
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| Oh, Lord, in my time
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| I’ve been sinking down my wine
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| Suffer unto the day
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| Suffer unto the day
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| Suffer unto the day
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| Suffer unto the day
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| «Thank you, that was very nice»
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| All the ladies I have seen
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| She’s got me wrapped in a wedding ring
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| She’s a dancer, dances fine
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| I don’t remember, what’s my next line?
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| She’s no hippie, dear God, I swear
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| Though she wears flowers in her hair
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| With this ring, I thee wed
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| It keeps me sane in my head
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| Oh, the deeds in my time
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| They ain’t worth one stinking dime
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| Oh, Lord, in my time
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| I’ve been sinking down my wine
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| Suffer unto the day
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| Suffer unto the day
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| Suffer unto the day
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| Suffer unto the day
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| «If I had the gift of prophecy and knew all about what is going to happen in
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| the future, knew everything about everything, but didn’t love the good people,
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| what good would it do? |
| Even if I had the gift of faith, so that I could speak
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| to a mountain and make it move, I would still be worth nothing at all with the
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| love of the good people.»
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| Suffer unto the day
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| Suffer unto the day
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| Suffer unto the day
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| Suffer unto the day |