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Apr 2015
Hanging around

Hangin around

( Ain't much goin on )

                                                              ­Nothin but the
                                    Dyin sound



Cryin in the night
Fire on the street

Liars in the White House



( hanging out )

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Everybody hiding in beds of shame
Playin the same old ***** games

Doin it just like they done before

While the cops are comin kicking down their doors

/..:/

Just hangin out
Ain't goin to be the fool no more

Standin up for you while you're playin the *****

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Hangin around

Hangin around

Leavin in the mornin without a sound

Me and the Real

People who cherish the love they feel

you can feel our song
Drifting down from the hills
Written by
jeffrey robin
226
   Cecil Miller
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