The day seems so long
When you know there's a wrong
That will take more to address
Than with words or a song
I'd swear the clock hands are stuck
Guess karma won't look
On me with sympathy
So it shouldn't after the liberties I took
So take aim, take fire
Shoot with all your desire
As I walk the good line
Pity I went first through the mire
So wrap up the words where they belong
Hush now man, don't sing that song
And hope above hopes
You get to right that wrong
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