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Aug 2010
hard times
bottle a wine
cold city
lookin round
for some sort a lady
to tell me that she knows me

hard times

hard times
aint no-one
hard times
aint no home
hard time
what the hell

i feel there is
an endless road
from this cold city
i know too well


hard times
hard times

is it real
or only in my mind

the endless road
yeah i know
could be real
or not also

hard times
bottle a wine
cold city
lookin round for some sorta lady
wonderin if she knows me

hard times
Written by
jeffrey robin
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