It's not the way that you would listen Or the way you comb your hair It's the fact that you are missing How I feel when you're not there I went through all the months of January Locked up in this cell...

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This a message for all you rudeboy gangsters: If you trample on your fellow man And you have no love in your heart One day they'll come for you One day you'll be running too Ohhhh, Little gangster,...