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Nine Days So Far Away

you're so far away What did I do to you? So far away What did I do to you? So far away What did I do to you? So far away What did I do to you?

When your so far away What did I do to you So far away What did I do to you So far away What did I do to you So far away What did I do to you

brought up believe me Revelation to the station holocaust Billow and smoke the ozone, so Can't stand just listening Go on ah, God like mission to live all the written inscriptions Nobody was gifted so

it. And toward the end of the forties, after the storm, I was born. I am calling, across a field, from far away, far away. This is my calling song

the United States Rested on a table nearby His mind began to wander across the miles Back to other Sunday mornings that seemed so long ago Now and so far away

games, more flames, spit that foe Oh, Battleship, sink that boat If it don't sink then y'all niggaz gotta row Row your boat, quickly down the stream Get too far away

creation Nine months later a job well done Make way 'cause here I come Since I made it this far can't stop now There's a will and a way and I got the

-naked with a lot of freaks It ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason I got away from all that bullshit, that thuggin' and thievin' And as far

thirty-four; Tipperary is my native place, not far from Galtymore; I came of honest parents, but now they're lying low; Though' many's the pleasant days