| No peace, no justice
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| No peace, no justice
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| Were we provoked or were we just bored?
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| No peace, no justice
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| No peace, no justice
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| Were we provoked or were we just bored?
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| Damn, we crossed town man
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| It was us against them
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| And we took the buses and they took the trams
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| They were the baseball furies, but we were the warriors
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| We follow our own path, they can’t control us
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| We rode to the city, we took them all on
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| One on one, two on two, We had that control
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| We knew we could take it, one hundred mile ride
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| Can’t be stopped, we never would hide
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| No peace, no justice
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| No peace, no justice
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| Were we provoked or were we just bored?
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| No peace, no justice
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| No peace, no justice
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| Were we provoked or were we just bored?
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| My headphones tangled through the gap in the bus
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| Staring out the window, past the busker and dust
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| Fresh graffiti, it’s a statement on rust
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| You can’t live life never giving no trust
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| I said it before, I’d never do it again
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| Let the world in before I talk to my friends
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| Through thick and thin, you don’t know where I’ve been
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| Since the times got hard, I’ve got so thick skin
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| No peace, no justice
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| No peace, no justice
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| Were we provoked or were we just bored?
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| And there’s kids on the streets
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| With blood on their hands
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| And I know some of them
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| Cause we’re from the same old land
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| And I’ve walked a thousand miles
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| And I’m not sure where we’re at
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| If I go in this direction
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| I might never come back
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| So were we just born here
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| To shun those over there
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| It’s like I’m running from my prayers
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| Living life in fear
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| Just smoking on these stairs
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| I think I’m running out of air
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| So were we just born here
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| To shun those over there
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| It’s like I’m running from my prayers
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| Living life in fear
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| Just smoking on these stairs
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| I think I’m running out of air
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| So were we just born here
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| To shun those over there
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| It’s like I’m running from my prayers
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| Living life in fear
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| Just smoking on these stairs
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| I think I’m running out of air |