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Its more the singer than the song is what she said then raised up a glass for the millionth time saying here's to black eyes and bad luck trapped under the vigilance of an unsleeping eye that helps you rest at night when your head can't help but think sometimes I ask myself where is the old me how do I get it back and did it really ever leave I've punched my way out of corners so many times and it seems I come out where I went in and you're still waiting there I've punched my way out of corners so many times with the conscience of a generation at stake as we go on through you can have life and not live but you can't live and not die some of us have to change some of us have to change to know.
8:10 PM
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