| I was beaten up, I was beaten down
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| By my life and a photographic sound
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| I was filled with love, I was filled with rage
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| My life book shook with the turning of it’s page
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| Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
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| And there ain’t no friend round, never be found
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| Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
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| And there ain’t no-one there to help you come down
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| I was not on drugs, I was not on beer
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| I was still with love, I was full of fear
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| If I asked the question, life will tell no lie
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| Love will ask the question are you willing to die
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| Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
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| And there ain’t no friend round, never be found
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| Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
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| And there ain’t no-one there to help you come down
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| I’m gonna go way up in an aeroplane
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| I’m gonna go way out insane
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| I don’t know if I’d ever come down
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| I don’t know if I can reach the ground
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| Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
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| And there ain’t no friend round, never be found
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| Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
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| And there ain’t no-one there to help you come down
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| I’m gonna go way up in an aeroplane
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| I’m gonna go way out insane
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| I don’t know if I’d ever come down
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| I don’t know if I can reach the ground
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| I was beaten up, I was beaten down
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| By my life and a photographic sound
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| I was filled with love, I was filled with rage
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| My life book shook with the turning of it’s page
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| Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
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| And there ain’t no friend round, never be found
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| Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
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| And there ain’t no-one there to help you come down |