| This is out to the lost years parted
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| To the doom and the gloom boys (Woo)
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| To the tell, PJD and Kelly
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| To Bingul and all of the cage lot
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| And to all of the friendly faces
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| And to all of the family ties
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| And to all of my enemies hatred
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| I stand here and watch you with dilate eyes
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| She went wrang-ba-ba-boom, a crash-bang wallop
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| And she shut up shop
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| Caught in the crossfire of love
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| Caught in the crossfire love, he went
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| So much happened, no tit-for-tat tapping
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| Got plucked from a stage in a Hounslow gaff, rapping
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| Got stuck on a page in a rage of my book
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| Everywhere I went, they stared, so I looked
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| Went over the hills and far away
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| Ended up alone in all manner of place
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| Ended up alone with only my face
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| Looking in the mirror to recognise Jay’s
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| Got pills in the pocket and time to waste
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| A shitload of problems and a mind of a hate
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| A tic and a Bic and a violent shake
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| To get grits and fits and minor breaks, and
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| I looked up for faith then, fell down to break
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| Spent a lot of time battling
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| Haggling the matter with the devil I make
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| She went wrang-ba-ba-boom, a crash-bang wallop
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| And she shut up shop
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| Caught in the crossfire of love
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| Caught in the crossfire love, he went
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| She clutched my hand in the Brixton Jamm
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| Then slammed another man in a foreign land
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| My heart sunk and I drunk and I understand
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| It’s hard being rich in a poor man’s land
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| Then my ma got sick, and then so did you
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| On the level, I’m a rebel
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| I was battling the devil that’s bedevilling you
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| She couldn’t talk or walk or remember me
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| My frustration, the patient, the A&E
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| The correlation between the diagnostics team
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| Led me to believe it was her heart on her sleeve that
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| Got her caught in a rut and made her drink too much
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| The loss of two children outside the building
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| When her Daddy shot that shotgun shot
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| She went wrang-ba-ba-boom, a crash-bang wallop
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| And she shut up shop
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| Caught in the crossfire of love
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| Caught in the crossfire love
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| He went wrang-ba-ba-boom, a crash-bang wallop
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| And she shut up shop
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| Caught in the crossfire of love
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| Caught in the crossfire love
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| Then out of the blue, seem to come to
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| Sitting with the devil that I definitely knew
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| He had news and clues for my point of view
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| He sold me up the river with the delta blues and I
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| Took a minute and stopped, I watched the sun come up
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| Thought of Matthew and Alex
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| And if they still had it, would they still give it up?
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| Plus I owe it to them both to live a full life of
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| Love and respect for what they gave up
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| Call to connect to Lolly, she picked up
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| All I could say is «I'm sorry», then choked up
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| Living in the old rock-bottom life
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| So downtrodden and rotten and fucked up
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| Can’t stop stopping, I’m not beyond nothing
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| Still living with the devil, but the devil shut up
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| She went wrang-ba-ba-boom, a crash-bang wallop
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| And she shut up shop
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| Caught in the crossfire of love
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| Caught in the crossfire love
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| He went wrang-ba-ba-boom, a crash-bang wallop
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| And she shut up shop
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| Caught in the crossfire of love
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| Caught in the crossfire love
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| Wrang-ba-ba-boom, a crash-bang wallop
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| And she shut up shop
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| Caught in the crossfire of love
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| Caught in the crossfire love
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| He went wrang-ba-ba-boom, a crash-bang wallop
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| And she shut up shop
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| Caught in the crossfire of love
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| Caught in the crossfire love |