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Just like the Seneca I have lost my place And where I’ve been planted now, Soon will be shaken And just like the Seneca, it’s a losin’ race
Too soon tomorrow will come, and nighttime’s awakening Brings forth a melody I’ve heard before
Oh my god, must it be so hard Just to breathe and love and learn to be man I am doing all I can
Too soon tomorrow Nighttime delay its pace Too soon tomorrow becomes yesterday Too soon tomorrow Nighttime delay it’s pace Too soon tomorrow becomes yesterday
Oh my god, must it be so hard Just to breathe and love and learn to be man Oh my god, must it be so hard Just to breathe and love and learn to be man I am doing all I can Yeahhh |
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