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Seven more years if only if she can hold on 
Seven more years and I'll be home again 
David you got to tell her that I miss her 
Tell her I'll miss
to seven

Well I work, shift work,
Ten years man, I hated that work
I made a break with the money I made
It took me to the beach to have a beer by
Music put to a great poem by William Blake
A bit on the artsy fartsy side 7 years later,
but cool at the time
Pitched down to Swans territory,
in my mind 
Years gone by I've changed my mind 
Lost for seven days now they're lost forever now
Now is the solstice of the year,
Winter is the glad song that you hear.
Seven maids move in seven time.
Have the lads up ready in a line.
Now is the solstice of the year.
Winter is the glad song that you hear.
Seven maids move in seven time.
Have the lads up ready in a line.

In memory of you, dear old pal

(Words and Music by C. E. Snow รข?? Hank, The Singing Ranger)G7 see E see see G7 G7 see Gdim G7Everything has gone
But its been nine years since I've had a trim
The barber says
I can't reach the top of his head

7 foot man
(ha ha)I cannot hide
7 foot man
Seven long years have gone by,
Scattered on the wind,
Fortunes made and squandered,
Ardour's beacon growing dim.
Seven long years have now
sort of life I'll have after dying
Down by the Greenwood side - oh

Seven years of visions of blood
Oh the rose and the linsey - oh
And seven years
by the Greenwood side, oh

Seven years of visions of blood
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
And seven years of hurt in the womb
Down by the Greenwood
the love I [Bb] gave you
But some-[F] day you'll [C7] wish that I still [F] care.

[C7] All these years how I've [F] loved you
Still I [G] know I claim
ninety-nine years
Ninety-nine years on a harder rock mine I work two years off of my time
Ninety-nine years go so slow when you still got ninety-seven more
our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one 

Dog years
It's the season of the itch
Dog years
This year, next year
Sometime never
Paper dreams tied up 
With bits of string
Darkness comes
Flowers grow
No-one knows
I start counting
Cell number seven
Cell number seven ain't exactly Heaven.

Bill the con said, I think it appears
I've only been dreaming the last four years
Wiggy said,
Torn by anarchy
Herretics burned for their derision 
Of the holy See

Seven, Hundred Years on
World, do you recall
Just what happened then
There is a little town way over yonder
By the creek there's a church yard and a tree so tall
She was only forty-seven when she passed away
I hold out hope
But it stalls
Soon, the last curtain falls
A hundred years of past has spoken

All the great warriors
Are sown into history's
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins

So the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat
On a downhill skid like father like son

Now I got out of prison 'bout a year ago
Seven long years really went by slow
I didn't kill my daddy
Church windows broken 
That place ain't been used in years
Jail don't have a sheriff or a cell
And electric trains they run by maybe once or twice
the wall I fell
Well maybe next year
I'll fall, I don't care
Cause for alarm
You know I mean it so (x3)
Truly (x7)

(repeat 3 times)

truly (x7)
Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
Once I was seven years old

It was a big big world,
On 6-6-66 I was little I didn't know shit 
and on 7-7-77 eleven years later still don't know any better 
by 8-8-88 it's way too late for me