| Can’t be with the one you love then love the one you’re with
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| Spliff in the ashtray, red stripe I pull the lid
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| Her touch tickles, especially when she’s gentle
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| But I don’t hear her words 'cause I slide the instrumental
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| Keep the girl in the distance, moves are very hazy
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| No sunshine in my life the way I deal is shady
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| Skip hip data to get the anti-matter
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| Blue lines are the reason why the temple had to shatter
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| To the sound of silence surrounded by the mass
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| Her face is on the paper not the strangers that I pass
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| The ones that looking back to see if they are looking back at me Daddy G Are you predator or do you fear me Yeah while I’m doing this I know
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| The place I really wanna go The one I love but never gets near me Tricky
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| It’s a beautiful day, well it seems as such
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| Beautiful thoughts means I dream too much
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| Even if I told you, you still would not know me Tricky never does, adrian mostly gets lonely
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| How we live in this existence, just being
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| English upbringing, background carribean
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| It’s the way that we? |
| bility?
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| Sharing a soliloquy
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| We cut the broken thread from flexibility
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| Mi chiamo 3D si sono Inglese
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| No sunshine in my life 'cause the way I deal is hazy
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| And everyday’s a daisy 'cause I’m on my toes
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| While contemporaries of mine remaining comatose
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| Tricky
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| There’s a looking glass she’s looking through
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| She hated me, but then she loved me too
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| I’d lie not try so I lost faith
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| Then turn to her to keep the faith
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| She told me take an occupation or you lose your mind
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| And on a nine to five lemon, looking for the lime
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| Box clever, watch your system come together
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| Crazy weather at the end of my tether
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| Daddy G Massive in the area, murderer
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| Attack inna the area, murderer
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| Some go softly softly round the habitat
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| Ratchet in the right hand
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| They got no one to stab it at Take a walk billy, don’t be a hero
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| Effort’s on minimal though almost touch zero
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| Excommunicated from the brotherhood of man
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| To wander lonely as a puzzled anagram
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| Car paint blue, green, primer and zinc
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| Take it to extremities my purple and pink
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| I feel the colours fill my room beneath the patter of the rain
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| I can’t stand the drops they’re dripping down my windowpane
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| They wash away my shadow and don’t even leave a spark upon my soul
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| They leave the rainbows in the dark
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| Tricky
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| Blues get big, massive are even larger
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| Save nuff space into the tricky tardis
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| We’d trawl what I saw from down in darren’s hall
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| People laying their claim
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| In stormy weather it’s rain
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| But you’re living on a see-saw
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| Tricky
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| I try to see more
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| Somebody da-ditty, no body
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| Walking on sunshine, but still we’re treading water
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| The son of many reasons searching for the daughter
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| Seeking knowledge, not acknowledging the jetset
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| Silver papers of the sound within my budakon headset
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| The solar system watches in wisdom
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| The children dance as the moonlight kissed them
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| Tricky
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| To Massive attack Matt Black appear wearing beads
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| Two hours traveling so I wrote this on repeat
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| Always living fast, people getting jumpy
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| Where on? |
| gruggy? |
| falls I do the walter crumpy
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| Microphones held close, crouching far apart
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| Take my piece of mind and sign my name across your heart |