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There's never enough of it for getting your 'shit together' for forgetting. time's just a hustler making a buck down on my luck no grubstake my bones ache for Christs sake I need to break with tradition use live ammunition no blanks and no fukin thanks when there were Start blasting away blast at today and every other day that ends in a why, but as slick as I am time's much quicker than the eye of this man and the plan if it was a plan is hogtied I tried to get my 'shit together' and whether that expression's American or not It's just a crock the click of the hammer's like the click of the clock both **** you in the end.
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
'..the sun'll come out tomorrow..'
There's never enough of it for getting your 'shit together' for forgetting. time's just a hustler making a buck down on my luck no grubstake my bones ache for Christs sake I need to break with tradition use live ammunition no blanks and no fukin thanks when there were Start blasting away blast at today and every other day that ends in a why, but as slick as I am time's much quicker than the eye of this man and the plan if it was a plan is hogtied I tried to get my 'shit together' and whether that expression's American or not It's just a crock the click of the hammer's like the click of the clock both **** you in the end.
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
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