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Should be at sleep trouble with the counting sheep but they’re out on street making up the numbers not quite accountancy more like I’ll count and see what will amount of me well you can count on me camaraderie how hard can’t it be I could pass in my dream...

She said so what’s changed I said well I’ve changed what you stopped pissin it up playing the clown you figured it out you’re making the pounds epiphany hit ya said I’m living it up playing it down I’ve been ripping it up playing the crowds my thinki...

Really he don’t wanna he don’t wanna but he’s gotta for his own honour there’s no honour on the dole on a due day ja voodoo pinned to the soul in the queue so he plots in his own squalor with no dollar squabbling with his own bother he’s no scholar vola...

lright. I’m sitting at my table and I’m wondering who’s gonna knock knock knock it back I heard the hate is rising with the murder rate unsurprising when you turn the page and sick words regurgitate I would prefer the pace if we work the brakes not have...