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Seven years have past
Now here I come
I caught the briefest glimpse
I haven't seen it since
When you smile at me
Where'd you smile from
From
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
the impression that he was a deer with a red hat perhaps,
A large flesh-colored squirrel. at any rate, it seems to me that this marks an encouraging new trend in
walkin up Venice Beach?
Zapp, like Roger, my funk is powerful then Troutman
Seven years ago like California was tooken from Mexico
Who knows this magnum
the impression that he was a deer with a red hat perhaps,
A large flesh-colored squirrel. at any rate, it seems to me that this marks an encouraging new trend in
pure
Sorrow bows in shame	

Our breath, impressions on a splintered mirror
Deeper my colourless heart sings
Our souls search astray
Torn 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.

Ring
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.
Ring
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
I
Seven long years have gone by,
Scattered on the wind,
Fortunes made and squandered,
Ardour's beacon growing dim.
 
Seven long years have now
GIMME A SLICE
By Maggie, Terre and Suzzy Roche

Money position and power
Flashing back to the first impression
Hurrying year and slow hour
Are you
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
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
the years, by keeping an ideal facial structure fixed in his mind...
Or somewhere in the back of his mind...
That he might, by force of will, cause his face
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
With
Clowns mortified by my expression
Breathing new life into invention
And gagging the maggots with a weary hand
Has failed to leave any impression
Mama told me I was her angel sent down from heaven
When I was a little one enthusiasm caught my dome and lessons
Teachin' me 'bout the Seven and how
the years, by keeing an ideal facial structure fixed in his
mind....Or somewhere in the back of his mind....That he might, by
force of will, cause his face
This year, next year
Sometime never
Paper dreams tied up 
With bits of string
Darkness comes
Flowers grow
No-one knows
I start counting
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