Well, every day is ninety
The thunder and the lightnin'
The boys consuming fire and ice
I'm told we're held by Jesus
But who is He to squeeze us?
And who are we to think that He's nice?
When the downtown crowds gathered 'round
To march in the summer parade
Which will be rained on
The day might've been won
If not for the songs to be sung
Keep your head up
While we are still handsome and young
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Well, meanwhile, I just listened
To the rainfall from the kitchen
Where I could've had you last night
And you dreamed of salvation
And I of education
And of the bits that fell out my mind
Well, somehow I'm still passing up
A warm kiss and a coffee cup
And goldmines that might've been gained
Keep your hand to the plow
While we're young and we're strong and we're brave
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When holy hands won't touch themselves
I know some others that might
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Keep your eyes open
While we are still burning and bright