Go on further and we will lay to waste,
precious
I guess sometimes I'm lucky
when I go,
For whole days at
I'm an honest woman
A representative of
The state of
Dead,
Or is he dying?
Was he mugged?
Or did he quit trying?
Regardless
I can't tell my parents
I would die of shame
I can't
You can hear the sound
of each little town,
'Cause they all
Lower your weapon
and I'll lower mine,
A standoff no tradeoff,
A payoff
Coupling cling and brawl
coupling time to tell,
Sympathy there's no need
long
I hit every red light,
I threw everything out
of the house
I got tired of the same old face,
So I quit
You'd be a cop if
if you weren't a punk,
In fact
Liqour store, liqour store
One on every corner,
Checks cashed any
time NO
Almost to the point,
Where in the past I've given up,
But
I refuse,
Refuse to weaken my will,
Adhered here glue to these
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