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Yeah, yeah,

Take a look around, baby me what you see
what you see is what you found
What you found is what you
Life is hard, a feeling on the Boulevard

Everybody's got to play a final
A way to go do the
the punches like Apollo Creed
'Cause there's a of ways to make it bleed, I know

Well, the words of the prophets are no
Written on the subway walls, one of them lost his
The other poetry here and there
And is all but, the things you said to me

I cannot although I try
To ignore the space me
we used to love and you would lie

She gets the
She the feeling
Up the ceiling is the only view
As I was out the door, she said, "See
You don't want to go around the world me"

Anyway, the San Francisco
It was a of news to me
It was a blue book
And a night nook of Zen philosophy

at night, a man desires a woman
White, black, tan, but the are flamed
By and traces and the places and the faces
And all the same in the morning game when

She gets the
She gets the
Up through the ceiling is the view
As I was out the door, she said, "See
Why don't you wanna around the world with me"

Everyday I climb the
And I drive a car
night I turn the lights off
It too far

Woh, woh, woh, woh
Woh, woh, woh, woh
Woh, woh, woh, woh
Woh, woh, woh, woh

She gets the
She gets the
Up through the ceiling is the view
She says, "Baby, I just can't
You don't wanna come around the world me"

She gets the
She the feeling
She the feeling
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