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Oh, don't you grieve, don't cry, don't weep Your tears are just the creek on which you float away from me You gotta have the heart of a lion Hey don't you sigh, don't sigh, don't breathe Your breath is just the air on which you drift away from me You gotta have the lungs of a whale Past packing day and it's okay Past packing day and it's okay This one's coming down to the wire Blind in the steam, bogged in the mire Hey, don't you look, don't look, don't see Your vision's just the road on which you drive away from me You gotta have a love like a fire Past packing day and it's okay Past packing day and it's okay We're just a product of these times And must not atone for lives of crime For lives of crime From Letras Mania