| Brush my shoes off and bend my peak
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| Clear my throat and I’m ready to speak
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| Allow me to introduce yours truly
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| This sound hits like a kicking in the goolies
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| Now you sing soprano
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| Ja no techno — connnect like Meccano
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| There are no equals, check the info
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| I can kill a soundboy with just the intro
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| So — flash your lighter in the atmosphere
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| Im here, the other side of the atlas
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| Left far to UK, wanna check my display
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| Won’t stop until I get a rewind by DJs
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| And this sounds passe but life’s a cliche
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| People sell their souls on eBay these days
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| I don’t watch eee ays I make my advance
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| With an ace up my sleeve, I take a chance
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| This gambler’s luck must run out soon
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| So before the key change I’m out of tune
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| This cloudy view shows blurry sunshine
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| Heard the punchline — laughed regardless
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| See who laugh lasts laughs the hardest
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| Dance on the grave of a former master
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| In this amber-washed town
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| One foot forward — feels good for now
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| Pot off the backburner in fact turn the lights up
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| Lock in like heatseekers
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| Hit the loud speaker, metal head to raver |
| Check the Yellow Pages — sound and optics
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| Don’t try to stop this — roll the tape please
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| Note how under-evolved these apes seem
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| Like dreams of robots, I’m a ghost dog
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| Who rolls like tumbleweeds — holds the humble weed
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| Stroll cold streets in golden rays
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| Don’t seek olden days — I speak from them
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| Unique conundrum to beat the hum-drum
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| From A.U.S.T. |
| to streets of London
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| Speak with one tongue, a million eyes
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| And kill all them lies that we can’t get on
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| Cos for now I got cards worth betting on
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| But not letting on — what you sweating on?
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| It feels good for now but then moments pass
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| So as I hold this glass questions pose and ask
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| Is it full or empty? |
| Sparse or plenty?
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| How long’s a piece of string? |
| Can you tell me?
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| I’m not sure, if it’s short as time is
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| Long enough to wrap up the thoughts of rhymers
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| A small reminder — a day for each dog
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| Like when the dance floor favoured these songs
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| It’s true sometimes you might blink and it’s gone
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| And just when you might start thinking it’s wrong
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| It seems the path is long and you’re on it |
| The truth is just a lie when you try to be honest
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| Big slick I’m promising — a cryptic prophet
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| Lifting off lids when DJs drop this
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| What hits today may miss the mark later
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| The chance to take big chips are fast fading |