Cookie Rabinowitz - Every St. Lyrics

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Every St.

Every St. Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Every St. By Cookie Rabinowitz?
My my the rabbit done died
Home team lost in overtime Pick up a bad habbit Spill a little wine Too much to do ain't never no time Hey hey outta minutes on your pre-pay Missed a call from the boss to pick up a shift hey Or you're trying to be a poet and all you got is clichés Every Street's been tough n somebody It gets cold outside in every city Your own problems are your own Lonely girl you're not alone Every Street's been tough on somebody Every Street's been tough n somebody It gets cold outside in every city Your own problems are your own Angry boy you're right at home Every Street's been tough on somebody My my river went dry Gone and used up your whole supply Close enough to grab it Another slips by Searching for the truth Living your lie Hey hey you drop another mix tape No ones gonna hear it 'Cause you can't afford the DJ Hey your house is burning down but your worried bout face Every Street's been tough n somebody It gets cold outside in every city Your own problems are your own Lonely girl you're not alone Every Street's been tough on somebody Every Street's been tough n somebody It gets cold outside in every city Your own problems are your own Angry boy you're right at home Every Street been tough on somebody |
Who Wrote Every St. By Cookie Rabinowitz?
Julius Curcio
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What's The Duration Of The Every St. By Cookie Rabinowitz?The duration of Every St. is 4:05 minutes and seconds. |
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