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It's great to see you
Welcome to the museum

It's typically dark when I'm yawning
Mama told me fight 'til the morning
If I happen to dream when exhausted
I'm not putting up a fight, I'll be honest
I see it through the lens of my soul
But I did not know
Your eyes are staring back in mine
I can't fail this time
So I grab a pen and right along, reflect what's on the mental
When given the right and wrong, I'm Malcom in the middle
I might just shed a tear, I might get sentimental
Not playing it by the rules, just fitted to be the fiddle
Not little but literal to be belittled
When the Lord tells lore of favors
With my mule and 40 acres, I'll pay more
With my hands clasped, knees hit the hard floor, I'll pray for

Better days, better days, better days, better days
Better days, better days, better days, better days
Better days, better days, better days, better days
Better days, better days, better days, better days
Better days, better days, better days, better days
Better days, better days, better days, better days
Better days, better days, better days, better days
Better days, better days, better days, better days

Right this way and we'll begin the tour