Tekster: Rancid. ...And Out Come The Wolves. Old Friend.

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Look up you're in Cleveland again a solid line that
never ends I've got stories you'll never realize and
I know it I wear it on my sleeve there must be
somethin' about you that I liked but right here in
the rain you know it just don't seem right I always
go out I never hide but in Cleveland I should have
stayed inside good morning heartache your like
an old friend come and see me again testify my love
for you I know it runs deep through your body too
from the cold blacktop to the hot concrete the old tan
van it ain't so sweet somewhere in America in the
city at night we were far from home but you know it
was gonna be alright the unfortunate get prayed
on by vultures eyes 86 cents in these pockets of mine