| I need to find a place that’s nice
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| Escape from the Cambridge lights
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| Cause the brain cells died in my crazy mind
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| And it feels like shite as I’m living out a strangers' life
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| I don’t know, I’m just saying theres a better way
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| Better days, much better ways to get lead astray
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| I’m just tryin' get my head engaged
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| Stay ahead of pain, but I guess things never change
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| The best things but a step away
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| And thats to get a second play rippin' sets up and getting paid
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| Big your chest up and celebrate
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| Oh whatever mate, I’mma be a tenant as I demonstrate
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| Face the evidence and get away
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| Taste the medicine I generate and let it spray
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| Cause your basic irrelevance is wet and gay
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| I’m fast pacing, developing a clever phrase
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| (Yeah
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| Dirty Dike
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| Bee 109
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| Check check!
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| Yeah, check)
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| So as the rain pours
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| I’m still stuck in the same thoughts
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| Brains torn, clutching a chainsaw
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| I’m just keeping your stage warm, something I crave, something I’d love to get
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| paid for
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| But I’m stuck in the pub with a glass and I’m fucked
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| Saying I’m in touch with my mates more
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| Plus staying in a pain storm takes more time than you may thought,
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| climbing the gates or
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| Writing your name, fame hype at late night
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| The same type of butterfly, state of stage fright
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| So say «Hi my name’s Dike»
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| And I’m the same guy today as I was when my mate died
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| And it ain’t like I hate life
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| I’m just gambling, stakes high, shaking the same dice
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| Random ways, in a vandal, insane mind
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| Dine at my table, there’s candles and stagelights |