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Pedro The Lion Winners Never Quit

Dear, unlock the door, you're acting like a child When you've said it to yourself We are at war, how dare you turn on me now Right when I need you most

My dress shoes on The well kept cemetery lawn Both of them weeping Their one good son now was gone The irony to see my dad Down on his knees Crying out

The volunteers were tired Heads were hanging low The news had spoiled their appetite For stuffing envelopes Twelve points was an awful lot to be down

Officer Please don't haul me in Though I'm drunk again I can explain I swear to you For a week I have Been completely dry Until tonight He's been such

show. If I were you, I'd give up. The path is too narrow, the way is too steep. Count it a blessing, that you're such a failure. Your second chance might never

"My jail shoes on, the well kept cemetery lawn. Both of them weeping, their one good son now was gone. The irony to see my dad down on his knees, crying

replied, 'Quitters never win'. She almost ruined everything. Oh, the toil a lie can bring, quitters never know. But lies can be the perfect things, if they never

"All the way to grandma's house, I stayed on the narrow path but my brother wandered off, deep into the woods. Bitten twice by rattle snakes, tangled

show. If I were you, I'd give up. The path is too narrow, the way is too steep. Count it a blessing, that you're such a failure. Your second chance might never