juli
lördag 6 juni 2009 bild 1/2
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Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood I missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thing through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
And coming new, he'd do the same thing if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
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Somewhere inside my childhood I missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
It's a small thing through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
And coming new, he'd do the same thing if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
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