| Everybody wants to be famous,
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| Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless,
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| People act shameless
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| Tryna live like entertainers,
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| Want a fat crib with the acres,
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| So they spend money that they ain’t made yet,
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| Got a Benz on tick that they ain’t paid yet,
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| Spend their paycheck
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| In the west out on a weekend
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| Got no money by the end of the weekend.
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| But they don’t care cause their life is a movie,
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| Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly,
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| Truthfully, it’s a joke, like a bad episode of hollyoaks,
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| Can’t keep up with the cover notes,
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| So they got bad credit livin' on direct debit in debt
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| They still don’t get it
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| Cause they too busy livin' the high life, the night life
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| Huggin' the high when livin' it large
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| And they all say
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| Sometimes it seems that the going is just too rough
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| And things go wrong no matter what I do
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| (That's right)
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| Now and then it seems like life is just too much
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| But you’ve got the love I need to see me through
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| Let me take you down to London city
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| Where the attitude’s bad and the weather is shitty
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| Everybody’s on a paper chase
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| It’s one big rat race
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| Everybody’s got a screw face
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| So many two-faced,
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| Checkin' their high sayin' they’re ready to ride
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| I’m on the inside looking at the
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| So it’s an accurate reflection
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| City wide, north, east, west and the southside
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| Everywhere I go there’s a goon on the corner
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| Guns and drugs cause the city’s like a sauna
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| And it’s getting warmer, and out of order
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| Tryna put a struggling mother to a mourner
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| Mr. Politician can you tell me the solution
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| What’s the answer, what’s the conclusion
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| Is it an illusion, is it a mirage
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| I see youngsters die because they tryna live large
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| And they all say
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| Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
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| I know I can count on all of you
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| Sometimes I feel like saying «Lord, I just don’t care»
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| (That's right, that’s right)
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| But you’ve got the love I need to see me through
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| (Check it, check it, come on, come on)
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| You got the love
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| (Who's got the love)
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| You got the love
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| (Who's got the love)
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| You got the love
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| (That's right, that’s right, that’s right)
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| You got the love
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| (Who's got the love)
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| You got the love
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| (Who's got the love)
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| You got the love
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| (Check it)
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| We are living in the days of the credit crunch
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| Give me the dough
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| I’m tryna have a bunch
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| But I can’t have rice for lunch
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| It’s not there ain’t enough to share
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| It ain’t fair never dreamed that he could be rare
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| Who cares who dares to make a change
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| Everybody’s in the club trying to make it rain
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| But not for famine just for the sake of having
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| 15 minutes of fame and everywhere’s the same
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| Again and again I see the same thing
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| Everybody acting like they play sailin'
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| But I see rough seas ahead maybe a recession
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| And then a depression in whatever profession
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| This is my confession I can’t front I’m in the forefront
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| Living for money ready to start like a bungee jump
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| With no rope but I ain’t trying to see the bottom
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| Because that’s where I came from, I ain’t forgotten,
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| You got the love
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| (Who's got the love)
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| You got the love
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| You got the love
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| (Who's got the love)
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| You got the love
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| You got the love
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| (That's right, that’s right, that’s right, that’s right)
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| You got the love
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| You got the love
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| You got the love
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| (Who's got the love, who’s got the love, who’s got the love)
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| Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
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| I know I can count on all of you
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| Sometimes I feel like saying «Lord, I just don’t care»
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| But you’ve got the love I need to see me through |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You've Got The Dirtee Love, artist - Florence + The Machine. Album song Between Two Lungs, in the genre Инди