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By Ann Beretta, strike fast strike hard on the alleys and the streets,
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By Ann Beretta, Late night and big city lights shine bright
On a small-town
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By Ann Beretta, You can take a walk in my shoes and never
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By Ann Beretta, Angry little hearts unite this time it's us against the
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By Ann Beretta, she's got a little piece of heaven and she hides
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By Ann Beretta, here i am so take it all or leave it
stepping
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By Ann Beretta, Mary liked to run around, And break the hearts of
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By Ann Beretta, Write a letter to myself of white flags and surrender,
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By Ann Beretta, Surrender your feelings for nothing less, Than a pat on
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By Ann Beretta, Left my baby standing, Left her all alone, Left her
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By Ann Beretta, Sometimes I'm at war with myself but wasn't I so
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By Ann Beretta, Maybe one day I'm gonna get it right
Maybe sometime I'll
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By Ann Beretta, Inspiration gets the best of me
cuts to the quik but
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By Ann Beretta, Red light in the district tonight
i'm drying out I
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By Ann Beretta, Calling out the whole world over
Luck's running dry from the
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By Ann Beretta, bitter are the faces that won't look back
broken are the
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By Ann Beretta, We were here before you came, So save your pace
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By Ann Beretta, everday's just a little bit better then the one before
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By Ann Beretta, I'm heading wes bound ont the interstate today never looking
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By Ann Beretta, I'm stuck here on the outside, But I'm trying to
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By Ann Beretta, The city's still burning, The sky is on fire, The
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By Ann Beretta, Well I've paid my dues, And I've suffered through, But
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By Ann Beretta, I wanna go where the action is, I wanna run
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By Ann Beretta, when you don't know & we're out of time and
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By Ann Beretta, There was a riot inside that took us by surprise,
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By Ann Beretta, walk around with a chip on your shoulder
but it
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By Ann Beretta, Write a letter to myself with destination unknow
self destructive tendencies
self
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By Ann Beretta, What ever happened to days when the rain came well
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By Ann Beretta, I take two steps forward, And three steps back, But
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By Ann Beretta, Break the mold from where we're made cast no stones