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Squad Five O Late News Breaking

Who pumps your gas, cooks your meals, works your fields Builds your skyscrapers, prints your newspapers, it's your next door neighbors In the ghetto

got to spread this infection Word to soul A super sport hotrod to the frontline Forget depression Don't take their medicine We need you straight We're running late

so beautifully Lay it down I'll say goodbye in the morning Lay it down And you'll be sorry that you spoke It's too hard to be true Too late for raising

The years still grinning back at you In the neon lights and the spent cash you Get some and then it's gone Easy times, hard times all pile on Good times

Don't act so uptight Don't shoot me down My patience is running out I need you here beside me I need your kiss Don't leave me here like this Make up

Last night I woke up from a dream I was running Down the boardwalk shore and the bomb was coming Bobby De Niro was talking in my sleep About a tidal