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Correct The Thirty-Third Of August Lyrics

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Well, today there's no salvation, 
The band's packed up and gone.
Left me standin' with my penny in my hand.
There's a big crowd at the station, 
Where a blind man sings his songs.
He can see what I can't understand.

It's the thirty-third of August, 
And I am finally touchin' down.
Eight days from Sunday, Lord.
Saturday bound.
Eight days from Sunday, Lord.
And I'm Saturday bound.

Once I stumbled through the darkness, 
Tumbled to my knees, 
A thousand voices screamin' through my brain.
Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy.
And outside my cell it sure as hell, 
It looks like rain.

It's the thirty-third of August, 
And I am finally touchin' down.
Eight days of Sunday, 
Saturday bound.

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Now I've put my angry feelings, 
Under lock and chain.
Hide my violent nature with a smile.
Though the demons dance and sing their songs, 
Within my fevered brain, 
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, are defiled.

And it's the thirty-third of August, 
I am finally touching down.
Eight days from Sunday, 
Saturday bound.

Eight days from Sunday, Lord.
And I'm Saturday bound.

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