Always been trying
To get reached all the time, but I'm
I find myself singing on the streets
Noone can take care
Ladies are walking down on the street
Summer is heating
I’m sweating
So you think you’ve made it
With your fancy job and
Oh when the sun
Is covered by night skies
To remind us
oh you know i cant say i'm sorry
if i think
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