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| So Many Crooks by: Maury Lafoy Let me out, let me breathe Let my anger start to seethe I've been holding in too long I yell out, Twist and shout Yeah it's all I ever hear And I keep checkin' on the year, Golden years Golden tears that find me back inside my head I'll be yearning for my bed But its okay on a treadmill day Cause I'm old enough to gripe, And I'm the fruit thats never ripe You keep on sayin we're living in a garden So let's frolick in the land of opportunity I'll keep on playing like I never noticed Because its hard to get arrested with so many crooks around So I spin around in a pirouette You're my friend in bills and debts And they keep piling up my day I live alone by the telephone Waiting for the bells to ring All the praises they will sing Sing out loud Sing out everything you never were alound You never were aloud Pick a card, any card Caught between the rock and hard In places strained up on the bard You keep on sayin we're living in a garden So lets frolick in the land of opportunity I'll keep on playing like I never noticed Because its hard to get arrested with so many crooks around You keep on sayin we're living in a garden So lets frolick in the land of opportunity I'll keep on playing like I never noticed Because its hard to get arrested with so many crooks around In fact you'll never get arrested with so many crooks around |
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