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Birds sing there's not a cloud in the sky August 8th I see a bunch of hippies crying yeah August 8th is a beautiful day Like waking up from a real bad dream suddenly everything is ok The storm has passed the sun is shining yeah August 8th is a beautiful day What's goin on what's goin on is something bummin your scene There's something wrong there's something wrong I'm not trying to be mean The air is sweet the summer flowers bloomin nowhere in that is anything grey Feelings of joy are filling the street yeah beautiful day Like waking up from a fucked up dream suddenly everythings looking good There's been no permanent damage done Yeah August 8th came right when it should Poor Jeff Poor little Timmy turtle Staying home on such a beautiful day Aus Songtexte Mania