Why wasn't life made to be
The kind of life I want for me?
Everyday pressure mounds,
And there are many sounds.
Sounds of day and sounds of night,
Sounds of blacks and sounds of whites,
We've got all the sounds of life,
The husband worries about sounds from his wife.
Let us have peace,
Let sounds cease,
Let us be silent,
And not get so violent.
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