| Come clean through the waves of debris
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| The mind’s eye is first to go
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| So hang onto that number like gold
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| And get thee back to the old truth
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| July Jones, July Jones
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| 'Cause, baby, there’s a lot we don’t know
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| One of the greats on the way, hold on
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| One of the greats on the way, hold on
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| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
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| Class war, held your hands through your plans
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| But not me, I stayed free
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| Baby, there are worse things to be
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| So lay free in your faith beside me
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| But lay low, but lay low
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| 'Cause, baby, there’s a lot you don’t know
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| One of the greats on the way, hold on
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| One of the greats on the way, hold on
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| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
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| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
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| Class war, kissed your lips left you stripped
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| To your toes and I know
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| That baby, it’s so much to outgrow
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| So get thee back to the old truth
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| July Jones, July Jones
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| 'Cause baby there’s a lot we don’t know
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| One of the greats on the way, hold on
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| One of the greats on the way, hold on
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| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
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| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
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| One of the greats on the way, hold on
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| One of the greats on the way, hold on
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| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
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| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
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| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like?
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| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like? |