| Yo, He tries to stay positive, livin' in a dead town,
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| He can’t keep his head up, he has to keep his head down
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| He only sees ahead now, the loneliness has left
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| And he’s focused and he’s over being left out.
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| He don’t need anyone now,
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| He’s givin' everythin now,
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| Look in his eyes and see it’s evident now,
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| When he, told himself he would never be left in the ground,
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| For those who told him he would never be anythin now,
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| He’s known what he wants want he grows up,
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| He’ll do anything it takes, cause it means so much
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| And it’s his ego tellin' him he sees no love, but now he sees it’s irrelevant,
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| He needs no one.
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| But see, as he’s tracing up the outline,
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| He found a plane he created to take him from the downtime,
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| And as he waits for it to land, when he makes it up to cloud 9,
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| All he’s gonna say is it’s about time.
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| Now that I’m all inn, I hear 'em calling up again (calling up)
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| I knew the moment that I was flying, I’d be there, calling up.
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| And from the start though, they always tried to single him out,
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| It was hard though,
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| It almost started bringing him down
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| And now he laughs at attempts at always peaking him out but now they can’t,
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| He ain’t listening now. |
| (he ain’t listening now)
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| They use to hit him, it’d shit him so he’d fight back,
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| And then he stopped once he figured out they liked that.
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| He knows exactly what it’s like to be the underdog,
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| Words had led him thinking and surprised him at the fucking top
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| And now they got him, he’s backed in a corner, he’s trapped
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| But if he starts to relax he’s a goner.
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| In fact, he doesn’t wanna be that kid at all,
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| And they talk, but now he doesn’t hear that any longer.
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| He’s fighting to make a million,
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| Hiding away and feeling
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| He’s trying to make a killing but dying to make a living
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| And now he’s knowing it’s a state of mind,
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| Hoping in his day and time maybe he’s finding that place within him
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| Now that I’m all in, I hear 'em calling up again (calling up)
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| I knew the moment that I was flying, I’d be there, calling up.
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| And he sees the big picture, what’s the point in being narrow minded?
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| The ladders high, but he’s knowing that he has to climb it.
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| All the shit he’s sacrificed, knowing what he has inside,
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| He’s ready and he doesn’t need a map to find it.
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| It’s the muscle in his chest that is pumping all the blood until he’s dead,
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| Knowing nothing will be left.
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| And he can’t let it go, it’s hard to let it be.
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| And you can call it pride, but he can’t accept defeat.
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| And this for those who ain’t got no voice,
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| It ain’t whether he can do it yo, he’s got no choice
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| Now he’s got his armour on, and they cannot stop him
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| Shoot what they want to, watch the bullets bounce of him.
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| He finds it funny now that people that doubted him,
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| Have a look and you’ll see that they’re around again,
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| Because they know now (they know now)
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| They see him just standing in the corner with a smile as it goes down.
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| Now that I’m all in, I hear 'em calling up again (calling up)
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| I knew the moment that I was flying, I’d be there, calling up |