| What a difference sixteen months make
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| I couldn’t fit it in a thousand status updates
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| Foot to floor at these speeds, dangerous to pump brakes
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| Blur of hotel rooms, runway lights and pub names
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| Sunday flights hidden behind dark shades
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| Live for the days between «can't wait» and «can't take it anymore»
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| Waiting till it’s «can't wait» again
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| For now we can make a name, later we can make amends, okay?
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| Took it to show-stopper, from show-stealer, from show-starter
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| Worked my little arse off for it, I did
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| Juggled uni and music, pretty much hit both targets
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| One change if I had my time again? |
| Go harder
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| Double the workload, opportunist to the bone
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| Shit, I’m opening the windows up in case the doors close
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| The past is the past, the new days rose
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| And what’s next, only god knows
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| And on that note
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| Welcome to the chase
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| On your marks (on your marks)
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| So where you at?
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| Well, as it stands, I’m making progress
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| And as if money ain’t an object
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| I put my eggs in a basket, sitting on a bullet train in the pouring hail
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| So either I’ma break some records, or I’m sure to fail
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| Belief can be a nuisance, present on both sides
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| Genius and stupid, it’s down to if you reach what you’re pursuin'
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| Ain’t much between reasons and excuses
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| And they’ll think your crazy arse can’t achieve it till you do it
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| But let suckers fence sit, hoping they don’t pick the wrong side
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| I’ve always said I’ll back a good trip over a long ride
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| I keep my vision tight, never lost sight
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| What’s twenty-twenty if you’re cross-eyed?
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| It feels like I’m so beyond noticing the road
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| That my expectations can’t be the only thing that’s grown
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| With the first I stepped out of every shadow that I know
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| And with the second, I’m about to cast some shadows of my own
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| And on that note
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| Welcome to the chase
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| Welcome to the chase
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| Ready set
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| Ready set
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| Yeah
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| I tip my hat to the past, seize the moment, look ahead
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| Head up in the clouds, keep an eye on where I put my steps
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| 'Cause from the things we didn’t mean to things we never said
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| At times, it seems like it’s an inch between contentment and regret
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| Getting my vanilla sky on, jumping off the ledge
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| Rocky running up the steps, feel like «Hurricane» Carter
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| 'Cause the truth sets free, but it’s tougher to accept
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| The one thing worse than hate’s when they love you then forget
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| Don’t forget me, feel whatever way but feel deeply
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| 'Cause indifference the cousin of sleep, dream sweetly
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| But speak freely, be open, this as much yours as mine
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| From the second you owned it, I hope you find
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| Beauty in the flaws, obsession in the finer strokes
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| My heart extends beyond the thank yous and the liner notes
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| Art vs science, my canvas, your microscope
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| And only god knows
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| So on that note
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| Go |