| Another day
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| Another spin of the Atlas
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| Another day
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| Another calendar page stacked up
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| Pull myself up off the mattress
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| Get changed
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| Then make a cup of the black staff
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| I’ve had enough practise
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| Practically captive
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| A lab rat running laps, hapless
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| Red eyed like rastas
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| I’m either very tired
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| Or something’s happened disastrous
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| The redder the sclera
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| The bigger the terror
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| I regret
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| There’s been a bit of clerical error
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| I’ve been subjected to medical tests
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| That have hyper-developed my genitals
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| Jealous?!
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| It’s the genesis, fellas
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| Neuromods
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| To ride the punany
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| Here me now
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| Wish I had this earlier
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| It’s criminal
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| I can have lived as long with a willy this minimal
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| Now I’m enhancing my chances
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| Of dancing with phantoms
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| That haven’t had a man that’s as handsome
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| Holding their sanctum
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| The mansion to ransom
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| While humming the national anthem
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| A panther run rampant
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| From aft to foredeck
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| Don’t ask whats before us
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| It’s «Ant And»
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| Put on a londoner accent
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| And you can rhyme it with pj and duncan
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| Danke schon
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| Gang star
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| Tailing prey
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| Transtar
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| Bailey jay
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| Moby dick on a mobius strip
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| No whaling this way
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| Sail away
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| Sail away
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| Sail away
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| Sail away
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| Sail away
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| Sail away…
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| Talos one
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| Floating in space
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| Ballast gone
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| No hope in this place
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| Phallus, dong
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| Stop joking
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| It’s taking any remaining pathos
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| Out of the song
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| What a shameful waste
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| I told them to make it
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| And they made it
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| Probably nothing to do with me
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| But never mind I’ll take it
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| Never mind I’ll take it
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| Never mind I…
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| Never mind, I’m Morgan Yu
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| Who you talking to?
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| Don’t mind me
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| I’m just sorting through resources
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| To recycle a knife fork and spoon
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| And I might leave you covered all in gloo
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| With shimmering shine like a morning dew
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| You’ve been sleeping, haven’t you?
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| Dormez vous
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| Dark harvest
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| Marvellous
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| I’m a bastard
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| My style is fatherless
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| Shout to Osiris, Joe bananas
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| Far from harmless when I go bananas
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| Mad scientist, I’m not clothed in armor
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| Do it Bruno Mars style
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| No pyjamas
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| I’m that bloke in dramas
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| Fulfilling the trope:
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| Hero protagonist
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| Forcing rhymes in broken english
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| Like I’m twiddling the dial on a broken wireless
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| Psychotronic science is quite horrid
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| Take a typhon and a siphon the life from it
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| Now we’re surprised that they want to fight for it?
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| It’s an eye for an eye, and mines bollocksed
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| So now I’m a fightoholic
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| Ready to bounce like a lowrider’s hydraulics |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Song Is About the 2017 Video Game Prey and Not About Famed Leicestershire Cricket Captain Ewart Astill , by - Dan Bull. Song from the album Generation Gaming XIII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп