It was the third of july on a cool cloudy sky I set in for a storm in the makin' I relaxed as I sat up in our three room flat While my wife was in the kitchen bakin' Thoughts passed through my mind of no special kind Like faces that look like the others Tomorrow they say is independence day And I guess I'll go eat at my brother's
I believe that a thought has just gotten caught In a place where words can't surround it It concerns the years past and the shadows they cast And my path as I walk around it.
It was the third of july on a cool cloudy sky I set in for a storm in the makin' I relaxed as I sat up in our three room flat While my wife was in the kitchen bakin' Thoughts passed through my mind of no special kind Like faces that look like the others Tomorrow they say is independence day And I guess I'll go eat at my brother's
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