Texty:
Far From Finished

'Ya started on the streets with a small time gig {You were} a brand new face in a worn out scene {'Ya got a} bad reputation that scars your name {You

wrong I slept beside many a dame and never once returned I've raised my hands in anger and put down my fellow man And I fear no penance I could receive could save me from

40 days and 40 nights We're on our way to a war tonight Look around see what we've become We fight for something they've already won There's no way

Hangin' on the streets of Easty Watchin' the cars as they pass me by Well the neighborhood's so alive There ain't no doubt in my mind That it's this

the dirt People gather smiles wide and poor booze upon the earth They'll remember all the good times but only talk about the bad They'll drink or say whatever it takes to keep from

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