| And you can you give me a second
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| Just while you powder your nose
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| Tell me how you are wiser
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| How the grass it grows in your favour
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| You savour all those things that you own
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| And you can’t help looking backwards
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| 'Cause it keeps you warm
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| In the night
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| And you fight
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| Are you still fighting the feeling?
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| Of all those teenage scars that show no signs of healing
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| And I’m warning, you’re falling, babe
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| Apart at the core
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| All the songs that you were singing
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| You’re not singing no more
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| All the things that you were trying
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| But you’ve tried them before
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| And you’ll try them, try them
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| And you’ll try them some more
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| And is there enough hands on the top deck
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| To spare your worried mind from heartbreak?
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| Is there enough hands on the clock just to stay with me, me?
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| Is there enough lines on the table
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| Just to say that you are able?
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| Is there is enough songs on the song-sheet to sing with me?
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| And can you give me a second while I reap what I smoke?
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| While I break through the barricades
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| Of these dopamine hopes
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| And all them tired old souls
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| Who want you rich but still broke
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| Let’s smoke dope in the morning by the old school road
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| Right out by the old school road
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| Right out by the old school road
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| And my mind on the money but my heart stays here at home
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| Is there enough hands on the top deck
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| To spare your worried mind from heartbreak?
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| Is there enough hands on the clock just to stay with me, me?
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| Is there enough lines on the table
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| To say that you are able?
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| Is there is enough songs on the song-sheet
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| Is there is enough songs on the song-sheet
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| Is there is enough songs on the song-sheet to sing with me? |