| You’re all over me
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| Step back over my spit
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| You’re all over me
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| On the count of the place where I sit
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| You’re all over me
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| Respect me or then this is it
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| You’re all over me
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| Step back, step back
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| If you love me anymore
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| You would run me out
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| If you love me every thought
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| I would never doubt
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| If you love me anymore
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| You would run me out
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| If you love me every thought
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| I would never doubt
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| Little stream of consciousness
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| Better get ready
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| Better get ready
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| I’m a soldier
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| Already gone
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| I’m a soldier
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| Took this too far
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| I’m a soldier
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| If you love me anymore
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| You would run me out
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| If you love me every thought
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| I would never doubt
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| If you love me anymore
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| You would run me out
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| If you love me every thought
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| I would never doubt, yeah
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| Accept me everywhere
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| Everywhere I go
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| Accept me anywhere
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| And I will never show
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| Present me every dance
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| I hope we’ll never suppose
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| For in me common sense
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| Keep us on our toes
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| If you love me anymore
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| You would run me out
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| If you love me every thought
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| I would never doubt
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| If you love me anymore
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| You would run me out
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| If you love me every thought
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| I would never doubt
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| World turn out
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| I am who I am
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| You, I, care
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| We, I am, you care
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| Yeah
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| Let’s roll down with the brothers in the house
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| Big chill all the way to Streatham
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| All the way to Streatham, my friend
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| That’s the way we roll out
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| Yeah, West London massive
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| Look at what you’re viewing now
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| Genie, would you give me your real name?
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| Place on locked, not of the gang way
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| Limitations always
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| They should get laid out, played out, you know
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| Set to gauge range, straight to you friend
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| Stretched out, gamers, played out, over-run
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| Stretching out a lot of nothing
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| Got time for nothing
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| Gotta make something for-for-for-for-for
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| Something, something, something, some |