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Not too long ago in a land called London |
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I was feeling low and my life came undone |
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I didn't even have a penny to my name |
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My minutes in the hours were just floatin' down the drain |
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So I started to think with the drink in the pub |
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That I could be pursuing other stuff |
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'cause I told you take the rough with the smooth |
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Now listen to the groove |
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Time gets past it, the feeling lasted, music blasted |
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But nothing past its stone, gonna get my own, now we're in the zone |
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Everything's a mist to me and everything's a mystery |
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The things in life you wish to be, we're leaving it to history |
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Better catch this life 'cause it's floatin' past |
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We're in the game and we're in to last |
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No one knows when fate gets past |
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If I'm gonna go, I'm goin' out with a blast |
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Gotta sort it out but your shit just turned away |
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Just turned away, girl, just turned away |
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Tryna' sort my problems out from day to day |
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From day to day, girl, from day to day |
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Then there were the days, went no where at all |
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But then I started sprayin' on the trains and the walls |
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Got a girl and my life got better, left a few men feelin' bit better |
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So pretty and her eyes were green |
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Felt proud to bring her out on the scene |
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About a year I was with her for |
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And when we broke it left me quite sore |
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So I clicked my heels and kept walking |
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Seen another that I like, now we're talking |
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Well if there's a boat to the sun, I tell you every one wants on. |
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If life for you has just begun, there's summer at the end of the run. |
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So when the summer days blaze on, sip a beer and look to the sun |
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And keep it 98% fun, be glad when your life times done, one |
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Gotta sort it out but your shit just turned away |
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Just turned away, girl, just turned away |
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Tryna' sort my problems out from day to day |
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From day to day, girl, from day to day |
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Wake up early and my eyes are glazed |
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Reminiscing all them old school days |
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When I spent every day in a haze |
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Looking out for your loved ones pays |
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New era, new serial number, when I wake from slumber |
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Hear the thunder rumble, don't tumble, [unverified] in the jungle |
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Grey cells automatically tell tails |
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From Ireland to Wales, wind in my sails |
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Sun on my face and when I'm gone there won't be no trace |
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Dapivate, demonstrate, its about time to castrate |
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The truth from the fiction, feel the friction burns |
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As we learn to take turns, now listen to my terms |
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'Cause every single one in the world gotta turn |
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We're leaving you third degree burns, as the wheel of fortune turns |
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Gotta sort it out but your shit just turned away |
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Just turned away, girl, just turned away |
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Tryna' sort my problems out from day to day |
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From day to day, girl, from day to day |
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Gotta sort it out but your shit just turned away |
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Just turned away, girl, just turned away |
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Tryna' sort my problems out from day to day |
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From day to day, girl, from day to day |
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If shit gets bad you're gonna pull out of it |
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Think twice if you've got any doubts with it |
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'cause its not about pain in this life we live in. |
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Let the chapter begin |
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Keep on graspin' keep on lastin |
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Make the future better than the past's been |
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Live everyday 'cause it could be your last on |
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Now you're tied to the mast son |
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22 years in the land called London |
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Been dark, been bright, been fun, son |
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This is for my peers in the land called London |
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Got your back when your world comes undone |
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Seen a few deaths and tragedies |
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I know their souls are afloat on the breeze |
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So for you I'm burning some trees |
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Can't ever forget the deceased |
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Every sing day in the land called London |
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Somebody's tryna' look out for a some one |
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Lace up my shoes so they don't come undone |
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These are my words and this is my last one |
