| 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
|
| A set of rules that really fit
|
| We make our own up bit by bit
|
| 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 |