Streets speak of true love, most of the time theyre sittin and cryin at home. One of these days they know they better be goin out the door and down the street alone. Truckin, like the non-dah man. once told me, You've Got to play your hand Sometimes your cards is not worth a cent if you are down layem dont, sometimes the lights shinin 'on me, other times I can hardly see. Lately it occurs to me what was to be a long, strange trip. What was always all over the world of Sweet Jane? She lost ...
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