| Reachin' up to the blackest lights
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| I hope and pray that it will carry me-
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| You know the truth like your phone knows the time
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| You set it and forget, but you forget to know why
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| All of history is a set of frickin' lies
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| Agreed on by men and their decision-making wives
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| We pace and blame each other, fears raced to be saved by mother
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| I could take or leave this fun, no time to be taken, make for it, run
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| Woke up when the night was leavin' the morning, lying on my bed
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| The illusion of a spiral staircase falling by into no end
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| We’re not gonna live this way, we’ve got to stand up and change
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| (Where now do we go from here?)
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| We’re not gonna live this way, we’ve got to stand up and change
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| (Where now do we go from here?)
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| We’re not gonna live this way, we’ve got to stand up and change
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| (Where now do we go from here?)
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| We’re not gonna live this way, we’ve got to stand up and change
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| (Where now do we go from here?)
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| You know the truth like your phone knows the time
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| You set it and forget, but you forget to know why
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| Tryin' to get you an adventure, so don’t go along with fear
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| (Reachin' up to the blackest lights)
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| If you’re tryin' to get to heaven, I would not go from here
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| The more I do it, the more I’m mute
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| (I hope and pray that it will carry me away)
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| Never judge, it’s always thankless
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| But if a girl ever calls you cute
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| Then you have to call her handsome
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| While we eat and compare stories
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| We sail away on thoughts
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| Like when you fell asleep on your parent’s bed
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| And would wake up in yours
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| Friday, coffee’s a grown-up drink
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| Go for broke when blokes show up
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| Saturday, beer’s a grown-up drink
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| But on Sunday, water’s the most grown-up
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| The world is round to stop you seeing too far down the road
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| Unless, of course, the world is credibly flat
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| (I sit and pray that it will carry me-)
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| But if you want you a conspiracy
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| There’s an edible for that
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| We’re not gonna live this way, we’ve got to stand up and change
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| (Where now do we go from here?)
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| We’re not gonna live this way, we’ve got to stand up and change
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| (Where now do we go from here?)
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| We’re not gonna live this way, we’ve got to stand up and change
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| (Where now do we go from here?)
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| We’re not gonna live this way, we’ve got to stand up and change
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| (Where now do we go from here?)
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| We’re not gonna live this way, we’ve got to stand up and change |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conspiracy Theory Freestyle, artist - The Streets. Album song None Of Us Are Getting Out Of This Life Alive, in the genre