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May 2015
My best friend;
Drinks moonshine; in the morning time, to past the time.
               Working a nine to five -
               Always on his grind.
               Working for his money; Losing his mind
               Living a dream - stuck in a nightmare the whole time.
Drinks moonshine; until noon time, to past the time.
               Fighting with life; all the ******* time.
               Struggle to make ends meet -
                Wants to leave his job; but kids need to eat.
                Migraines on his mind; losing too much sleep
Drinks moonshine; during evening time, to past the  time
                He can't sow what he wont let him reap
                 Boss as rich as he is cheap
                Barely standing on shaky ground
                Still standing on two feet; planted -- solid ground.
Drinks moonshine; during night time, to past the time.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
(NYC)   
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   --- and Eiliv Advena
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