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You looked nice enough
sitting there, having a smoke
talking soft despite hard tattoos,
and I wasn’t that surprised
when you said you had been doing time,
that old story
nice guy, wrong crowd
and now you’re up on your feet
out on the street, looking for a job
just trying to turn things around,
and we didn’t seem that different
guess we just grew up different.

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