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These hard times,
no money for food
or the cigarettes I crave.
Tempers hot
and too much time spent together.
Have to struggle just to get to next week
and we can only hope the pay check looks good.
Reaaranging our plans,
reorganizing our words,
just to get to Friday.
and theyre are times when I sit down
and I just want to give up,
tail between legs as I take the easy path.
But the next moment I look around,
I want to see it through,
want to see where this is leading me,
whether a mistake or not cuz...
These hard times are the best of my life,
they make me alive,
they get me breathinga nd thinking,
so I'll never turn my back.
no money for food
or the cigarettes I crave.
Tempers hot
and too much time spent together.
Have to struggle just to get to next week
and we can only hope the pay check looks good.
Reaaranging our plans,
reorganizing our words,
just to get to Friday.
and theyre are times when I sit down
and I just want to give up,
tail between legs as I take the easy path.
But the next moment I look around,
I want to see it through,
want to see where this is leading me,
whether a mistake or not cuz...
These hard times are the best of my life,
they make me alive,
they get me breathinga nd thinking,
so I'll never turn my back.
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John moved into the room after them but found only Fred. The man stood in the room, looking over the empty room. He looked around for any sign of the sniper. "Where's Linda?"
Fred looked to
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"What?! No!" Jim replied, waving his hands. "Listen, Admiral Pike said that he had someone transporting up onto the ship and according to the manifest no one beamed up onto the ship, but according to the transporter someone or something did."
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Jim nodded. "He transported someone up, but didn't see anyone."
"Okay! I
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