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The Fourth

I'd just sat down for breakfast
When I heard the churchbells ringing
I saw thirty thousand men a'marching
right outside my window, on the Fourth of July

I thought it strange and I sat back down
I thought I'd have a look around
My room was bare, there wasn't nothing anywhere


If I knew then what I know now
It wouldn't change a thing, but I'd feel better somehow


I stepped outside in the open air
and I saw the sun in a deep despair
I saw the people walking down the street, seasons changing beneath their feet

Onward I rode alone
Traveled many distant miles from home
I saw London, and I saw France, and I saw most people don't give a damn


If I knew then what I know now
It wouldn't change a thing, but I'd feel better somehow
If I knew then what I know now
It wouldn't change a thing, but I'd feel better 'bout it anyhow


If I could change a thing, I don't know just where I'd start
But surely I would change the way things are today


The newest of the anthems started ringing in my head
Something in her voice, it told me, wasn't being said
I lit my smoke and I drank my wine
Pretended everything was fine this morning, the Fourth of July