A thing I'd hate to change
Saint Victoire
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Can I explain, when I was younger
I had the tendency to roam
And I was poor but I was happy
And I would never think of home
All the bread was old
And the wine was bad
But the laughter made it sweet
Still, I was never all I could be
No, I was never all complete
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
I think I do believe in angels
They always fed me on the road
Quite often drunk and sometimes foolish
I never did repay my load
And once or twice some folks got angry
So I laughed and ran away
Still, I was never all I could be
No, I could never stay that way
Day comes
Night Leaves
Day comes
Night leave
Something's changed in my demeanor
From my wild and devilish days
Six o' clock I'm with the sunrise
The only circus is the race
I'm up and down and tired and dreaming
And so aware I chose the cage
But I'm much closer to the real thing
And that's a thing I'd hate to change
I had the tendency to roam
And I was poor but I was happy
And I would never think of home
All the bread was old
And the wine was bad
But the laughter made it sweet
Still, I was never all I could be
No, I was never all complete
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
I think I do believe in angels
They always fed me on the road
Quite often drunk and sometimes foolish
I never did repay my load
And once or twice some folks got angry
So I laughed and ran away
Still, I was never all I could be
No, I could never stay that way
Day comes
Night Leaves
Day comes
Night leave
Something's changed in my demeanor
From my wild and devilish days
Six o' clock I'm with the sunrise
The only circus is the race
I'm up and down and tired and dreaming
And so aware I chose the cage
But I'm much closer to the real thing
And that's a thing I'd hate to change
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