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Magic Hard Times

get a second chance A second chance All my thugs get a second chance Hard times got me trapped in the game, uhh Even thugs need a second chance Hard times

a second chance A second chance All my thugs get a second chance Hard times got me trapped in the game, uhh Even thugs need a second chance Hard times

Oh yeah, what we're living in? Let me tell ya It's a wonder that man can eat at all When things are big that should be small Who can tell what magic

'll chew a fucking hole through the wall But since they all love us, I need more rubbers And If I don't use rubbers, need more covers Housekeeping, I mean goddamn One time

I got one in the oven on the way rents late, two months cause my land lord talks too much hands full of calises and I still got the magic touch to make

me if you're near me, can I just rearrange it? The watchman covers me with his remedy I can't see and it's hard to feel I think his magic might be real

right Computers on the rise Our feelings are synthesized Makes it hard to feel The touch of your love that's real We never take time to love We think

else Time enough for hard questions Time enough for all our fears Time, it's tougher than we both know yet Time enough for tears Time enough for being braver Time

Well, I don't drink as much as I used to Lately it just ain't my style And the hard times don't hurt like they ought to They pass quickly like when I