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I woke up early in the morning
When I looked out the view was boring
All I saw was old homes and grey cement
No more green orchards
Now I was tortured
Stuck looking at the rubble
It’s a drink on Saturday nights,
But you better be at church on Sunday.
It’s high school football, Friday night lights,
We all dread work on Monday.
The late summer nights, starry and warm,