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the rainy days, Versus the endless The she made, God bless my It's the laws make, The I break The highs, the lows, The windy The in rhyme, Versus the bullets in your The dollars dive for, The pusher a Pit-Bull The too for school, The under pressure The with a cause ready for whatever
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or wrong, I was hooked, I had found my I get enough Of this downwards not to say The sound on the earth was But I knew that under Was worth So I packed my And I grabbed my And I been back since then
Since You can my hoody on a Friday Getting with the lads On the Blazing - to Sinatra, Did it my way I can't We're getting for getting sideways
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