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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 Lately my patience is in short supply Nothing good seems to ever come No matter how hard I try Maybe it's the getting by Baby Maybe it's the getting by It'd swallow up your every step Boy, if it could But maybe it's the stuff it takes To get up when the morning breaks That holds you till the getting's good 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 But they've got their treasure laying way up high Letras de cancionesBut when I look up all I see is sky Maybe it's the getting by Baby maybe it's the getting by It'd swallow up your every step Boy, if it could But maybe it's the stuff it takes To get up when the morning breaks And put another day in, son From Letras Mania