| Was it sleep deprivation or deep meditation?
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| That made me miss my last train from Paddington station
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| Salvation the key to incredible journeys
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| Up bright and early I head-first into the calm breeze
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| I’ts just me and My true geeze,
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| He play percussion, I scribble on oak trees
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| Pretty please you can sing my syllables credible
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| My cordon bleu sonnets you just wishing they edible
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| Indelible Ink causes a hell of a stink
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| Indiscreet about our trip, we don’t care what you think
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| Or maybe we do care, don’t show concern
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| So many paths it’s like which way to turn
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| Look down at my shoes I find clues
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| Ask myself 'Do I break the news to conforming fools? |
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| We swarm in nuf schools to outflank the rules
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| Of what your DJs playing on his ones and twos
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| Maybe jackin all those samples was stupid cupid
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| We’re never gettin clearance or distributed
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| The big guns fought back, Example got muted
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| A warrant for my tongue plus they suited and booted
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| They’ve looted the premises, stolen my genesis
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| My Mouth caused a fuss like I’m some kinda nemesis
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| Enemies came, so I packed my ruck sack
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| Lyrics on a microfilm up my buttcrack
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| It’s not at all what it was cracked up to be
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| It weren’t up to me it was down to the system
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| Blink and you’ll miss dem, consumers kiss dem
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| And if you’re like me have a drink and diss them
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| They kicked in the door signed litigation
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| But I’m on a platform in Paddington station
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| I won’t try and scram from the sirens
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| Just sittin here alone doin battle with my eyelids
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| We earnt 'Clockwork Orange' style — couple of doogs
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| With our tools the rules bend, troublesome dudes
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| Like Uncle Scrooge Do 'bar humbug' the youths
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| They could never travel routes in our musical boots
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| So We grouped to function at some unknown junction
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| Mischievous til we felt the back of a truncheon
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| Breadcrumbs for luncheon something to munch on
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| Bruised and confused we’re like which road to choose
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| Now they closing the deficit, I never sit at ease
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| I’m an easy target — I’m all lethargic
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| It was wrong to start with something un-conventional
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| Though it was all intentional
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| Hardly treason to pen something verbal that’s out of season-
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| Without reason
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| I was just catching jokes but I’m now on the run
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| Like so many roads to choose… but which one? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Many Roads , by - Example. Song from the album What We Made, in the genre Танцевальная музыка