Same old hassle every night All we do is fuss and fight Ain't no use in talking, might as well start walking Walking out into the night You get your gun, I'll get mine We can do it just one time If we live no longer, it won't get no stronger Then we'll know who's really right All we do is weep and moan Trying to build ourself a home Ain't no shame in trying, ain't no use denying Everything will be alright
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