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Days Are Days Theres No Stoping Them People Walk And Talk Down The Streets They Are Bowned To Meet One Way Or Another Some Hide Behind False Cover Some Like Myself Sit On Thier Roofs And Act As If They Hover Most Flant Thier Loot And Then Give You The Boot And Then You Think Shoot What Did I Do? Thats some ones cue They play the piety card And say they are forever scarred But Every One Gets Up The Same We're all to blame But Equally Different And Ment For Greater Things We Are The Same Species But Arent Classified As So It makes things flow Day After Day It Is All The Same