| Nothing I could, nothing I could say
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| I’m not putting any use, on a four year stay
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| So much on my plate, we just lost our mate
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| And there’s nothing I could do or nothing I could say
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| Sitting in my cell, thinking of my mates
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| I know they’re all broken, I know they’re in states
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| Crying all these tears, thinking all these things
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| Two pace on the corner, when the photos on the wind
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| Thinking of my friends, thinking of my pals
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| We just lost our mate and the pain is just like, wow
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| Sitting on the sofa, five years down the line
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| I just left the graveyard, not knowing how to smile
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| Thinking 'bout the lads, thinking 'bout the boys
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| We just lost our rider, their ma want’s make noise
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| So did them fans, oi-yoi-yoi, island boys
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| Man we’d give anything to have back our boy
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| The lads miss you, we all do
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| Yeah, we do, yeah we do
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| The lads miss you, we all do
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| Yeah, we do, yeah, we do
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| Our sad issue, we got issues
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| That’s life I guess
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| That’s life I guess
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| I guess
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| Spending all our time chilling in the shed
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| Back then, everybody was friends then, everybody was blessed
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| Everybody was brethens then, every lad there was a legde
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| Nowadays there’s so much beef, might come over and ref
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| We go jump on the train, shoot down the south end
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| Canham Canivan always came so did Charlie Bender
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| We go trample birds, then end up on a bender
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| Always have a ride, that’s a top weekender
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| Speaking of the weekend, we fly down to Essex
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| Coming at, let’s go out, was your favorite text message
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| I would always oblige, we jump in the ride
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| Binge drinking on the 813, tryna stay alive
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| Spliff in my right hand, my face in the other
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| Two times a year I send flowers to your mother
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| Adidas shell toes and a Ralph Lauren jumper
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| I do hope your soul’s at rest, mate, I love ya
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| The lads miss you, we all do
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| Yeah, we do, yeah we do
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| The lads miss you, we all do
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| Yeah, we do, yeah, we do
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| Our sad issue, we got issues
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| That’s life I guess
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| That’s life I guess
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| I guess
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| So much great memories, now how can I be sad?
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| Chilling in the trap, ten birds and about eight lads
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| So many great lads there mate, every lad there was a chap
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| Spliff in my hand, tryna figure how to get those days back, man
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| Drink in my hand, tryna figure how to get those days back
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| Every risk we take just tryna get back to the flat
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| Every wish that I make, sadly never gave us you back
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| Spliff in my hand, tryna figure how to get those days back
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| We do, we do
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| Things don’t seem to be the same since you’ve gone
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| So I sing songs
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| That’s life I guess
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| That’s life I guess
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| I guess |