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Nine Days A Bit Of Truth

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me wrong I still miss the good years When we laughed, sang, we had a few beers But you're only device is to never think twice Call me a dreamer, that'

Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenements Eighty-five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients Stapleton's been stamped as a

here Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients Stapleton's been stamped as a

Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients Stapleton's been stamped as a

Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients Stapleton's been stamped as a