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Well this evenings nearly over. i am laying on my bed. summer sun is turning golder, i said. and before i close my eyes to get some sleep i try to think of the days gone by. it's no surprise
That, "glory glory child ain't no saint but i ain't proud of that yea i ain't proud (glory glory). and glory glory child ain't no saint but i ain't proud.
Well my life is far from over. at least that's what i can hope. i keep picking 3 leaf clovers i know. and before i close my eyes for my last sleep i hope to look at my life gone by. will i smile?
And say, "glory glory child ain't no saint but i ain't proud of that yea i ain't proud. and glory glory child ain't no saint but i ain't proud.
Life is much more (life is much more) that what you've done before.
And "glory glory child ain't no saint but i ain't proud of that yea i ain't proud. and glory glory child ain't no saint but i ain't proud. glory glory.