| Not too long ago in a land called London
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| I was feeling low and my life came un-done.
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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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| 'Coz 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,
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| music blasted but nothing past its stone,
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| gonna get my own, now we’re in the zone.
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| Everythings a mist to me and everythings 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 'coz its 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 but then
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| 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 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 theres 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,
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| sip a ber and look to the sun and keep it 98% fun,
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| 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, 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, ?Frank's? |
| 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, feal the friction burns.
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| As we learn to take turns, now listen to my terms,
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| 'coz 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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| 'Coz 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 'coz 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, 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 un-done.
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| Seen a few deaths and tragedies,
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| i know there souls are a-float on the breeze,
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| so for you i’m burning some trees, can’t ever forget the deceased.
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| Every sing day in the land called London,
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| some bodies tryna' look out for a some one.
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| Lace up my shoes so they don’t come un-done,
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| these are my words and this is my last one. |