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Verse:
All of my life I've searched for clarity
I have wrestled with some paths very deep inside of me
I lost some rounds, been knocked around
Felt my share of defeat
Yet somehow I've always managed to get back...on My Feet
The world keeps telling me to a grip or I won't last
Gotta break away from solitude and let go of my past

Some people will go for years, without ever finding their place
Not us we are the lucky ones, for we know who we truly are
Not privy to abstract thinking, reality's a trusted friend
Not giving in to idealism, we'll stay real 'til the end

PUNCH THE CLOCK!

I don't ascribe to things, being tougher these days than the days before

[Chorus]

I got to go back to the world

Back to my girl

Back to my family and kids

Pray as you rest on this night
As God, November, and Boston
Let you take flight
May you rest in peace
After you leave Albany Street
So much love you left to your family

Ten Milton open, coffee's brewing

For as long as I remember
I ran a life of crime
Harmed everyone that I know
Stolen what's not mine
Problems solved through violence
Feelings dulled with booze
Father always yelling at me
Shape up or you will lose

Not without a purpose and it's not without a fight
I've got three tales to tell you so please sit tight
It's the story of three underdogs who've grown to see their light
Not without a purpose, not without a fight

Been away for far too long, you're on my mind
Got your picture and I stare at it all the time
Minutes turn to hours, hours into days

The stain of these times
Cuts right into our lives
These conflict days they kill
They wear us down
Blood stains the ground

The belt it has tightened
The green has gone thin

Walking on a summer day down in Warland Square
When we came upon a begging flower with dreadlocks in her hair
A younger girl, cyanotic too soon
She shoots us back a look, keep that pity to yourself
Then she turns away so violently and fixes up again
Life-stealing chill digging into her

Why have you turned out this way?

You were the razor edge poet
From a punk lost generation
Shaking off praise, so humble man
Shattering expectation
You're relevant right now
More so than you were yesterday

Seventy seven broke

We were always drunken roustabouts
Had our ups, downs, and near throwdowns
You were the center of attention
That mayor of party town
But that ended forever more
When your Les Paul crashed the Troubadour floor
Tobe's got a drinking problem

Hey you, remember me
Way back in North Quincy
Go fast, hold back
If we hold on for one day
We just might last

I remembers bouts
Morning blackouts

"Those who would destroy or further limit the rights of organized labor -
Those who would cripple collective bargaining or prevent organization
of the unorganized - do a disservice to the cause of democracy." -J.F.K

Well it's starting again, a turnaround friend
A movement of people that want to defend
Human rights, a fair wage,
A quick return to decent days,

I met a girl at the bar during last call
I should have known that it wouldn't go real far
She sucked me in by the way she stared at me
Now she's gone and it stings
Now I see

In the beginning it seemed really cool
I should have known that I would play the fool