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Fourteen Days
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Fourteen days till my ship sets sail, fourteen days of nonstop hail, punchin’ holes in everything I see. Fourteen days of howlin’ wind and rain, fourteen days full of doubt and pain, gnawin’ my guts till finally I’m free. I can’t stop, I can’t stop. No, I’ll always be here even if you can’t see me.
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There be singing-along in this here kitchen!
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I really like this, Michael, vox, clapping, the lot.