| We were on in August
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| Celebrate this summer in this
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| Early morning to airport lines and
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| Cheap seats in the open skies
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| Give me foreign cities
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| Give me late night rooftop buildings
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| She’d sat and the night gets still
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| Cigarettes by the windowsill
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| You plant your hands, they rest on my knees
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| The promises we wanted to keep
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| Know that we can both be, better than that
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| We can be the colour, being black
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| We can be the lions among the cats
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| We will be forever, fighting back
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| Then again december
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| Steady waiting for a new disaster
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| The world works in a wicked ways
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| Work it out with a whiskey ring
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| You plant your hands, they rest on my knees
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| The promises we wanted to keep
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| Know that we can both be, better than that
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| We can be the colour, being black
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| We can be the lions among the cats
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| We will be forever, fighting back
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| We can be the colour, being black
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| We can be the colour, being black
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| Even if you call me from your front steps
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| Even if I’m waking to the sound
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| Say you wanna live it
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| But you forget how
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| Know that we can both be, better than that
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| We can be the colour, being black
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| We can be the lions among the cats
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| We will be forever, fighting back
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| We can be the colour, being black
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| We can be the colour, being black |