Oh, don? t you grieve, don? t cry, don? t weep, no
Your tears are just the creek
On which you float away from me
You gotta have the heart of a lionHey don? t you sigh, don? t sigh, don? t breathe, no
Your breath is just the air
On which you drift away from me
You gotta have the lungs of a whalePast packing day and it? s okay
Past packing day and it? s okay
This one's coming down to the wire
Blind in the steam, bogged in the mire
Hey, don? t you look, don? t look, don? t see, no
Your vision? s just the road
On which you drive away from me
You gotta have a love like a fire
Past packing day and it? s okay
Past packing day and it? s okay
We? re just a product of these times
And must not atone for lives of crimeWe? re just a product of these times
And must not atone for lives of crime
For lives of crime, for lives of crime
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