| Like 9 till 10 love 5 point hit
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| All you had was your fist if it was in the grim
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| Some say they’re ignorant
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| They leave a trail spend hard time in jail
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| And bang their girl through the mail
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| But now millennium where did the time go And while the lines show Now sit dressed up before Geraldo
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| Now if you’ve seen hard times you’re not alone
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| 9 seven hoboken upon your telephone
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| Chorus:
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| All my time is gone
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| All my time is gone
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| So familiar I hear the music in my head
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| Now I got myself in with men of respect
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| I might get off easy or get a broken neck
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| But when they find me I’ll give 'em hell
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| Not form but 'cause I never fail
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| Like Rocky till the ring of bell
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| Hard times depression’s curve
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| I think a lot about nouns but nothing in verbs
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| I wanna run, you make me stay
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| I scured the edge of the map until I get out of range
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| Chorus (5x) |