| He plays guitar in Band X
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| In the same old formula as everyone else does
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| Why can’t he break out? |
| Once you check out all those rules
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| You can really start to explore music
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| Music, music, music
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| I felt emotions so deep, but my words got blocked
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| You see I never smoked before so my nerves got shocked
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| I couldn’t talk a word, but I could see the world
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| I mean everything became so clear
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| I didn’t slur shit, I just kept quiet and made a note of it
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| Before the poetry is out the fire and I’m over it
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| Retire notably and every move’s a curtain call
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| Smooth with the groove so honey don’t take it personal
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| I’m trying to make it out of dodge, don’t need to see the rainbows end
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| I need a lift before I’m looking at the wall or great descent
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| I owe rent and love the months that got a 31
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| I miss Pun and only met him once
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| This is kettle chips and blunts, the funk
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| I’m on the road still, I’m on a cold bill
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| She got a coke body so ill
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| Pick the code to the lock and all my people free
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| I found the road to the top behind the…
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| So let’s turn to chapter one, these are the hood parts
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| Life is make believe and death is when the book starts
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| I got good heart and ain’t afraid to show you
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| At fifteen I shot a .22, now I’m older
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| I spill my sixteens and dip clean
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| This body grown up and clinging to these kids dreams
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| I found a new feeling, I’mma chase it
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| A newfound town, a new scribe, you can’t erase it
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| I done tried, I done tried, I done tried, I done tried
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| You don’t live till you die, hell or home you decide
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| Near the flames of the fire, near the flames of the fire
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| Near the flames of the fire, near the flames of the fire
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| I done tried, I done tried, I done tried to survive
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| You don’t live till you die, hell or home you decide
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| Near the flames of the fire, near the flames of the fire
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| Near the flames of the fire, near the flames of the fire
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| I swam in oceans so deep the models seem like dots
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| Something brushed up against my feet my insides dropped
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| Fought the panic and I swam to the top
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| The only non one-percenter member climbing back onto the yacht
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| It’s a strange life, wonderful world, process the pain right
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| Enact change, sipping champagne the same night (blah)
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| Half disgusted, half delighted, half divided on it
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| I Robin Hood and I smile, mad inside I’m haunted
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| But party to the break of dawn, until the night is gone
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| In glass mansions they throw hard words like right and wrong
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| Intoxicating darkness but my light is on
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| These battle hymns ballad of the freedom fighter song
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| Life chiseled into blocks, on the wall and into skin
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| Complicated ultimately, only spare the innocent
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| Festivals we massacre, hit the stage and snipe them from it
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| Kill in grimy clubs close and personal like knife to stomach
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| The code is in the DNA of the fan
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| Talking flashlight rips with DNA in the dam
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| Worldwide, running live-fire exercises, flame throwing
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| Gasoline graffiti bombing, drop the joint, the names glowing
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| That’s burner redefined, learn to read between the lines
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| The subtle hints and clues, the symbols and the signs
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| It’s Rakaa Iriscience, recognize the grand design
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| Making more move than just clock hands and sands of time |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Dark Room , by - Dilated Peoples. Song from the album Directors Of Photography, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп