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The Getting By IV
Killers
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When I get up, she swears that she don't hear it
Says that I'm as quiet as a mouse
I comb my hair, throw some water on my face
And back out of the stillness of our house
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Lately my patience is in short supply
Nothing seems to come from all this work
No matter how hard I try
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You know I believe in the Son
I ain't no backslider
But my people were told
They'd prosper in this land
Still I know some
Who've never seen the ocean
Or set one foot on a velvet bed of sand
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But they've got their treasure laying way up high
And there might be a million mansions
But when I look up all I see is sky
Maybe it's the getting by
That gets right underneath you
It'd swallow up your every step
You take, boy, if it could
But maybe it's the stuff it takes
To get up in the morning
And put another day in, son
That keeps you standing where you should
Hold on till the getting's good
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