| I’m the same old me
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| I’m the same old me
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| I’m the same old me
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| Yeah
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| Same old same old same old me
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| Look
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| I’ve dug deep and it’s cut deep but it’s all kinetic
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| We don’t deal with materialism or cosmetics
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| It’s like the gods ain’t happy
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| It’s getting awfully epic
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| These little dickheads are slipping
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| And looking more pathetic
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| Caught in session I’m pleading guilty
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| Like «yes, your honour»
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| I keep it filthy from London City to Barcelona
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| You can’t force nature
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| Can’t fake it either
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| That’s a force to be reckoned with
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| Why I draw sativa
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| Bun your alter ego
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| Your minor talk is meagre
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| And you ain’t me amigo
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| Am I a non-believer?
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| As if the Lord’s a teacher
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| My thoughts are fucking with me
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| Still I’m managing to move a mountain through another city
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| The silly rabbit with digi habits been licking acid
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| Somehow he’s managing really well not to spill his cabbage
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| And yeah of course I back it
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| Even bought some packet
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| Turn the talking into automatic
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| Turn the thought into some awful panic
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| Morning traffic made me cause a racket
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| It’s not a sport until you’re balling at it
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| Unimpressed with the ice, cars and sex
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| Can’t sustain life against the hourglass of death
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| told me power’s in the breath
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| Got flowers in the chest
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| Fuck about and shower down the set
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| My whole appearance is a disappearance
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| I’m still fucking with the static and the interference
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| Oi
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| Yeah it’s funny how they say that I’ve changed
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| But I know that I’m the same old me
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| I’m the same old me
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| It’s funny how they say that I’ve changed
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| But I know that I’m the same old me
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| I’m the same old me
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| It’s funny how they say that I’ve changed
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| But I know that I’m the same old me
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| I’m the same old me
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| Yeah it’s funny how they say that I’ve changed
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| But I know that I’m the same old same old same old me
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| Shout to my outer-bound sense organs
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| Vital signs and the triumph of transitory pleasures
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| Anger defeats fear with electronic counter-measures
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| Confirmation bias
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| You provide the platform I’ll supply the riots
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| Crush 'em up and slide 'em in your diets
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| As we build the alliance
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| Still we standing on the shoulders of giants
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| Feel free to cancel all of your clients
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| There’s a science to this shit
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| Sound can’t exist with the silence
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| And all that
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| Back with a hash joint yeah yeah
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| It’s good to keep the yang up like yak loin
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| Pissy like Gascoigne
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| Like who the fuck does Dabbla think he is?
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| Probably be dead when you read this
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| Shattered to pieces
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| Tell 'em that he lived and he breathed this
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| As the pain left the body like weakness
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| Speaking of demons
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| Mine are in keep with the seasons
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| Pledge allegiance
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| Have you read your agreements?
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| Go on, love the achievements
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| Carry on and butter your beacons
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| How’s it feel to be stuck in a sequence
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| With a fucking extremist?
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| Red wire, blue wire, cut it
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| Perspire, worst liar, with a higher budget
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| That burns when you try touch it
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| And sets fire to your entire project
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| The one spark that defies logic
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| The blind follow the blind
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| Swallow and die from it
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| Stomping on them like fly vomit
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| Yeah it’s funny how they say that I’ve changed
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| But I know that I’m the same old me
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| I’m the same old me
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| It’s funny how they say that I’ve changed
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| But I know that I’m the same old me
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| I’m the same old me
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| It’s funny how they say that I’ve changed
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| But I know that I’m the same old me
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| I’m the same old me
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| Yeah it’s funny how they say that I’ve changed
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| But I know that I’m the same old same old same old me |