
Days, Weeks and Moths The Brian Jonestown Massacre
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I haven't got the time to worry
Hmmm, ain't got the time to cry
We gots to keep on fighting, baby
Until you lay me down to die
My mama told me so long ago
Don't let nobody fuck you over
Don't let nobody lay you low
I ain't got no time to worry
Just got no time to cry
See, I do have this child here, uh
We have to feed, and I
I may break now to think it over
To see what you see
But it's what you keep up with
What must be, must be
Hmmm, ain't got the time to cry
We gots to keep on fighting, baby
Until you lay me down to die
My mama told me so long ago
Don't let nobody fuck you over
Don't let nobody lay you low
I ain't got no time to worry
Just got no time to cry
See, I do have this child here, uh
We have to feed, and I
I may break now to think it over
To see what you see
But it's what you keep up with
What must be, must be
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