| You’re my, you’re my
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| Angel (Angel)
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| You’re my angel
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| You’re my, you’re my angel
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| You’re my angel
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| Uh, uh, yeah, uh
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| Back with another one (That's trust)
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| Trust
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| Went missing in the summer sun
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| Ben and Em can’t figure if the summer’s done
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| Pour another glass, knock it back, sip another rum
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| We’re one, two, checking as the colours spun (Uh)
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| Cassette, fling it on the decks, fuck a number one
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| I’m trying to keep all the respect before my number comes
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| But never coming for your neck if I’m under thumb
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| 'Cause I can run, run away when it’s all finished
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| Diminished, just business, we pour Guinness
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| Trust, I got nothing if it’s all in this
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| But if I keep all the trouble that I brought with this
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| It’s finished, yo, this is how the game goes
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| Dodging plain clothes villains, chasing rainbows
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| Suppose, if it was anything but main roads
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| Talking 10 toes, 'nother case closed
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| Uh, trust
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| 'Cause listen, this is where you’ll find me
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| Sippin' on a chai tea, talking all politely
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| And rightly so, they’re telling me they might be
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| Looking for the trouble, nah, never me and mine G
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| I keep it lowkey like a baritone
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| Trust, far from sopranos who haven’t grown
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| 'Cause everybody talks tough in a badder zone
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| Three kids hit by a train with a bag of chrome
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| So if I stand alone and reminisce, I used to run
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| A couple guys talked tough, never shoot a gun
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| I know they used to bun flame
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| When they used the sun
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| I never really did, labelled the unusual one
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| It’s dumb, 'cause I was tryna change position
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| Pop’s missing, tryna stop the opposition
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| The blocks hissin', big blocks the dogs piss in
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| Yo, I wanted them gone, not stop livin'
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| Trust, uh, not stop livin', long
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| I wanted them gone, not stop livin'
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| Trust, not stop livin', trust
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| I wanted them gone, trust
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| And that’s why you’re my angel (You're my angel)
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| You’re my angel (You're my angel)
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| You’re my, you’re my angel (You're my angel, you’re my angel)
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| You’re my angel (You're my angel)
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| Uh, uh
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| 'Cause down there, I can see 'em
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| You think your enemies are nothing 'til you bleed 'em
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| Yo, 'cause all I really wanted was my freedom
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| Disappearing and then I’m realising that I need 'em
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| Trust, so I can sit up in the park with the setting sun
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| And let my missus tell me, «Baby, you’re the better one»
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| Uh, feelin', feelin' better than I ever done
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| Still I know I need this fuckin' drama when it’s said and done
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| Uh, 'cause where I’m from
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| Hidden in the big deep south
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| Opening my big deep mouth
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| Yo, a lot of people tryna keep these out
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| But these days, I hate to say I dig deep now
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| Trust, 'cause honestly I need 'em
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| Yo, I hate 'em but I grieve 'em
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| I think I’ve finally found a reason
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| Trust, that like the like the fire needs the air
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| I won’t burn unless you’re there
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| Check it like, uh
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| Like the fire needs the air
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| I won’t burn unless you’re there
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| Check it like, uh
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| Like the fire needs the air
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| I won’t burn unless you’re there
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| It’s been a while since summer
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| Finally found some time to be alone
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| I’ll try and lower my tone
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| Never last long for me
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| Sitting on the train from Willesden Green
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| Places I’ve never been
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| And as the seasons come and go
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| So do all the things I used to know
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| The way my heart will flow
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| And though we might not meet again
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| I want you to listen 'til the end
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| Over and over again
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| And that’s why you’re my angel (You're my angel)
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| You’re my angel (You're my angel)
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| You’re my, you’re my angel (You're my angel, you’re my angel)
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| You’re my angel (You're my angel)
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| That’s why you’re my angel
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| Yeah, yeah, probably still
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| I’ll try and lower my tone, try and lower my tone
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| Never last long for me
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| Whoa, sing it, Tom
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| Sitting on the train from Willesden Green
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| Where the ladies at? |
| Where they at?
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| Where are they at? |