| Sometimes we jump the train fare, to get to where were going
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| Sometimes we’re hooded up and so you hear the sirens start blowing
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| Get knocked up, we knock your girl up just to find a place to stay
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| House prices rising, wages stay the same as how it is today
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| We are all just colored souls
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| In these black and white towns we roam
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| We are all just colored souls
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| In these black and white towns we roam
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| Sometimes we reminisce about our school days when we were care free
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| 'Cause thirteen grand a year means you are left with nothing but worries
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| And so we smoke away our problems or we drink until the sun comes up
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| Why does it always feel like who we’ve got is waiting for our numbers to come
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| out
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| So many young faces all tying to find their places
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| See how these places forgot about these youth they created
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| We are all just colored souls
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| In these black and white towns we roam
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| We are all just colored souls
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| In these black and white towns we roam
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| With the PlayStation generation xboxed up on your cctv
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| You can file us under hoody or asbo as you take away our identity
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| And still we sing…
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| We are all just colored souls
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| In these black and white towns we roam
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| We are all just colored souls
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| In this black and white towns we roam
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| We roam…
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| We ro-o-o-o-o-oam…
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| We ro-o-o-o-o-oam…
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| We ro-o-o-o-o-oam…
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| We roam… |