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Zorro
God made this glorious day and over arching sky
For rolling in the hay and watching clouds go by
God made this single day for sinners everywhere
So fill your heart with abandon
And drink in the golden air
We shared signs of bad design
But have we lost the plot
It's not the world we saw for ourselves
But it's the only one we've got
God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere
And if your ears are burning, maybe I'm thinking of you
They haven't written the guidebook yet
A set of rules that really fit
We make our own up bit by bit
Seven levels below
Acknowledge if you will this peaceful perfect night
How still the day seems now the lips been starved of light
Under the moon and stars the freaks come out to play
Whatever gets you through it
Hey brother that's ok
They haven't written the guidebook yet
A set of rules that really fit
We make our own up bit by bit
Seven levels below
God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere
So fill your heart with abandon
And drink in the golden air
They haven't written the guidebook yet
A set of rules that really fit
We make our own up bit by bit
Seven levels below
They haven't written the guidebook yet
A set of rules that really fit
We make our own up bit by bit
Seven levels below
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Seven levels below
We make our own up bit by bit
A set of rules that really fit
They haven't written the guidebook yet
Seven levels below
We make our own up bit by bit
A set of rules that really fit
They haven't written the guidebook yet
And drink in the golden air
So fill your heart with abandon
God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere
Seven levels below
We make our own up bit by bit
A set of rules that really fit
They haven't written the guidebook yet
Hey brother that's ok
Whatever gets you through it
Under the moon and stars the freaks come out to play
How still the day seems now the lips been starved of light
Acknowledge if you will this peaceful perfect night
Seven levels below
We make our own up bit by bit
A set of rules that really fit
They haven't written the guidebook yet
And if your ears are burning, maybe I'm thinking of you
God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere
But it's the only one we've got
It's not the world we saw for ourselves
But have we lost the plot
We shared signs of bad design
And drink in the golden air
So fill your heart with abandon
God made this single day for sinners everywhere
For rolling in the hay and watching clouds go by
God made this glorious day and over arching sky
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