| We line the streets like soldiers daily
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| To let them know that we ain’t fading
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| This is a beat, you can see it in my eyes
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| It’s gonna stay like this, it’s gonna stay like this
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| We line the streets like soldiers daily
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| To let them know that we ain’t fading
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| This is a beat, you can see it in my eyes
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| It’s gonna stay like this until they realize
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| Eighty thousand people in a state of rowdy fever
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| There will never be a sequel to this evening
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| Singing in the rafters, in the wings and over galleys
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| And then after all the laughing, just a draught
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| From the wings and over galleys 'til I’m in a lonely alley
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| If a feeling from my childhood comes to me then I will rally
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| With all the cloves and all the rose tinted rows that go and sully
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| Soak up that moment, woe is the finale
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| Lonely, I am sinking in and over thinking it Looking at the goal, only slowly it is shrinking
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| Hesitate, hesitate, hesitate, wait
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| Any day, any day
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| (Too late)
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| We line the streets like soldiers daily
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| To let them know that we ain’t fading
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| This is a beat, you can see it in my eyes
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| It’s gonna stay like this, it’s gonna stay like this
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| We line the streets like soldiers daily
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| To let them know that we ain’t fading
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| This is a beat, you can see it in my eyes
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| It’s gonna stay like this until they realize
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| The cheapest throwaway shades are my deepest stowaway aid
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| I’m up with the angels but keep a toe in the trade
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| Known these folks since I was little but only through this ritual
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| It’s a pity they don’t know me but what is there else than this?
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| Sweeping and sweeping, the speaking unceasing
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| From steeple to steeple, the people are shrieking
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| Soon we parade through the fence, absolutely Dame Judy Dench’d
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| And then stop, tell them to score and they flop
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| I don’t think I like this, I’m only ever nervous
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| I’m a fighter, I’m a fighter but tonight I’d like to flight
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| Hesitate, hesitate, hesitate, wait
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| Any day, any day
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| (Too late)
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| We line the streets like soldiers daily
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| To let them know that we ain’t fading
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| This is a beat, you can see it in my eyes
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| It’s gonna stay like this, it’s gonna stay like this
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| We line the streets like soldiers daily
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| To let them know that we ain’t fading
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| This is a beat, you can see it in my eyes
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| It’s gonna stay like this until they realize
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| The past isn’t over, last minute grow
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| Ask me to show you, ask me to go
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| Or stab me in the throat
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| Hesitate, hesitate, hesitate, wait
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| Any day, any day
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| (Too late) |