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Hard times |
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Try to make a living |
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You wake up every morning |
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In the Unforgiving |
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Out there |
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Somewhere in the city |
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There's people living lives |
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Without mercy or pity |
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I feel good |
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Yeah I'm feeling fine |
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I feel better than |
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I have For the longest time |
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I think these pills |
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Have been good for me |
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I think they banished |
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All my blues into infinity |
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That's how |
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I roll That's how |
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I roll Sometimes |
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I wake up at night |
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I don't know what it is |
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But I must have got a fright |
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I thought |
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I heard a scratching |
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Underneath the floor |
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Does the devil come to get you |
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At a quarter to four |
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That's how he rolls |
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That's how he rolls |
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Too late! |
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She cried out loud, |
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Her voice emerging |
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From her inner shroud. |
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Too much! |
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I thought |
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I heard her choke, |
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It's all she says |
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After last years stroke. |
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She has a hard time, |
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Living in this city. |
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Get up every morning, |
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In the Unforgiving. |
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Out there, |
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Somewhere in the city, |
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There's people living lives |
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Without mercy or pity. |
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It's how they roll |
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Sweet Lord, it's how they roll. |
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Sweet Lord, sweet |
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Lord... Sweet |
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Lord... |
