June
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He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose,
But the streets of gold i've yet to find.
And at the end of the day all you can do is pray.
Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind.
Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon"
But the streets of gold i've yet to find.
And at the end of the day all you can do is pray.
Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind.
Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon"
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