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It was seven o'clock in the morning |
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Too late to handle the day |
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At home it was only two thirty |
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The skin on my wrists turning grey |
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Stood up, wished us good luck |
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He changed his attitudes twice |
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The box in the corner shivered in fear |
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He was tired and hungry for days. |
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The next year she bought a new stomach |
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From liverpool made in detroit |
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Constantly passing old matches |
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Some sentries and millionaires |
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Who did? gallagher did |
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The same old thing every time |
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Gave up, more empty cups |
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They were tired and hungry for nights. |
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It made life a littl e easier |
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To have holland on the run |
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It didn't take that long to forget her |
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My old man and his gun |
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Rushed out, lions about |
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Wasting away on advice |
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A hundred and three, 400 or more |
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It'll haunt you for the rest of your life |
