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Living down the time spent subdivided by one effort or another

And the grains are almost gone

Sitting on the top there unmolested

Then compressed into the middle

And the longest of free falls

Black out on a Tuesday

You know that it ain’t usually like the bottle to get us gone that far

As the light was leaving, the darkness came creeping up behind us

And covered up the falling of the stars

All the good times and the bad luck never added up to much

But a court date down in Farmville and one hand in the furnace

Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind

We’ll be alright

Simple graces interlaced with sterile spaces

And the sounds of all the barely hanging on

Never was intended for my parts to be descended

Cause a furrow in your brow

All the good times and the bad luck never added up to much

But a court date down in Farmville and one hand in the furnace

Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind

We’ll be alright

Yeah, Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind

We’ll be alright

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