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After 7 Not Enough Hours In The Night

do, yeah Not enough hours in the night Not enough kisses in the moon light Not enough hours in the night Not enough, not enough Feel with me, baby Not enough, not enough

mack, blast your cage our your back Yo, the nigga stepped up and got bucked by my ninja's Casualty after casualty all up in ya Ya not a street vet yet

food or condolences, let my people go Burn off this useless flesh and make meals of my pestilence Lessons are my tournaquets maybe I've seen too much and not had enough

caramels. [Announcer] And now, for all you Chicago's stay-up-laters. Night hours would only come alive at the dark. We dedicate this tune. Chicago After

that night, with the wind on my hair and i could not see the stare from the light of you... You lay down your head I see you in the town after wandering