A Dollar You Found In The Street

You roll me a cigarette
and I roll up my sleeves.
We roll with the punches,
you and me,
you and me.

You
said it was boring
and that we should up and leave.
That, coming from you my friend,
was hard to believe.

You roll me a cigarette
and I roll up my sleeves.
We roll with the punches,
you and me,
you and me.

You
gave me your sneakers
so that I could run away.
That, coming from you my friend,
was hard, hard to take.

You roll me a cigarette
and I roll up my sleeves.
We roll with the punches,
you and me,
you and me.

You
gave me a dollar
that you found out in the street.
That's the price of freedom, yeah,
but I, I ain't so cheap.

You roll me a cigarette
and I roll up my sleeves.
We roll with the punches,
you and me,
you and me.

You roll me a cigarette
and I roll up my sleeves.
We roll with the punches,
you and me,
you and me.

We could go out dancing,
couldn't we?
Couldn't we?

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