| Coming down on the seventh day
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| I’m burnin' in the rhythm of life
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| You dig a ditch like a working stiff
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| And it all goes passing you by
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| Well come on, everybody’s got a lot to say
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| Come on, when you want to blow it all away
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| Come on, right now I can’t feel no pain
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| Come on, kick the system and turn up the mains
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| And I feel okay, I feel okay, I don’t feel
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| Your closet’s stacked and your on your back
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| 'Cause you’ve never been denied
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| You’re feeling sore but you want some more
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| Ride, Sally, ride
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| Well come on, everybody’s got a lot to say
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| Come on, when you want to blow it all away
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| Come on, right now I can’t feel no pain
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| Come on, kick the system and turn up the mains
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| And I feel okay, I feel okay, I don’t feel
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| The place is packed and the kids are jacked
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| On those anti-social songs
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| You swing low like a halo
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| And you’re wishing you were never born
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| Well come on, everybody’s got a lot to say
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| Come on, when you want to blow it all away
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| Come on, right now I can’t feel no pain
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| Come on, kick the system and turn up the mains
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| And I feel okay, I feel okay, I don’t feel
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| And I feel okay, I feel okay, I don’t feel
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| And I feel okay, I feel okay, I don’t feel |