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The Morning Light Books And Letters

have you on your knees, Come August and you'll lie right through your teeth. And it's oh so typical but what I need. I'm writing books through letters

ll have you on your knees, Come August and you'll lie right through your teeth. And it's oh so typical but what I need. I'm writing books through letters

a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page Of a book

babe in the arms of a woman in a rage And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page Of a book

deal I wake up every morning in the face of a cop Because I used to take the nine and go [3 shots] So now I'm in prison and yo, it's like apartheid Modernized

deal I wake up every morning in the face of a cop Because I used to take the nine and go [3 shots] So now I'm in prison and yo, it's like apartheid Modernized