Birds sing, there's not a cloud in the sky
Yeah August 8th is a beautiful day
I see a bunch of hippies crying
Yeah August 8th is a beautiful day
Like waking up from a real bad dream
sudddenly everything is ok
The storm has passed, the sun is shining
Yeah August 8th is a beautiful day
The air is sweet, the summer flowers bloomin'
Nowhere in sight is there anything grey
Feelings of joy are filling the street
Yeah August 8th is a beautiful day
Like waking up from a fucked dream
Suddenly everything's lookin' good
There's been no permanent damage done
Yeah August 8th came right when it should
What's goin' on, what's goin' on
Is something bummin' your scene
There's something wrong, there's something wrong
I'm not trying to be mean
Poor Jeff
Poor Little Timmy Turtle
Staying home on such a beautiful day. |
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