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Its a hard life Living on the outside Giving to the inside Looking for some kind of relief Standing on the corner With the ragtime mourner Playing taps on the grave of a thief The usher says to hush Or I'll ask you to leave Ragtime man says That's hard to believe I've come to play my music And that's what I'll do We all got our own way to grieve Its the right time To open up the doors And even up old scores And make sure you leave it all straight Standing at the river With the halftime giver Wondering if I waited too late The oarman says the poor man Gets to take the first ride Halftime man gets right on inside I came here with nothing And that's what I've got I AINT GOT NOTHIN TO HIDE Its a long wait Waitin on the beach Somethin just out of reach Somethin that I've had on my mind Riding on over With the same oar rower Wondering what it is that I'll find Rower says to show him Where he should go You're my guide Because only you know What it is that's made ... Made just for you JUST FOR YOU !
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
Only you know
Its a hard life Living on the outside Giving to the inside Looking for some kind of relief Standing on the corner With the ragtime mourner Playing taps on the grave of a thief The usher says to hush Or I'll ask you to leave Ragtime man says That's hard to believe I've come to play my music And that's what I'll do We all got our own way to grieve Its the right time To open up the doors And even up old scores And make sure you leave it all straight Standing at the river With the halftime giver Wondering if I waited too late The oarman says the poor man Gets to take the first ride Halftime man gets right on inside I came here with nothing And that's what I've got I AINT GOT NOTHIN TO HIDE Its a long wait Waitin on the beach Somethin just out of reach Somethin that I've had on my mind Riding on over With the same oar rower Wondering what it is that I'll find Rower says to show him Where he should go You're my guide Because only you know What it is that's made ... Made just for you JUST FOR YOU !
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
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