| That’s it
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| Turn the page on the day, walk away
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| 'cos there’s sense in what I say
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| I’m 45th generation Roman
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| But I don’t know 'em
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| Or care when I’m spitting
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| So return to your sitting position and listen it’s fitting
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| I’m miles ahead and they chase me
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| Show yer face on TV, then we’ll see
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| You can’t do half, my crew laughs
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| At yer rhubarb and custard verses
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| You rain down curses but I’m waving,
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| Yer hearse is driving by
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| Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky
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| All stare, eyes glazed
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| Garage burnt down, the fire raged
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| For 40 days and in 40 ways
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| But through the blaze they see it fade
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| The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces
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| Then a figure emerges from the wastage
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| Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
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| One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky
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| They wonder how, they wonder why
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| The sky turns white, it all becomes clear
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| They felt lifted from their fears
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| They shed tears in the light
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| After 6 dark years
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| Young bold soldiers, the fire burns
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| Cracks and smoulders
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| 5 years older and wiser
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| The fires are burning on fire, never tire
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| Slay warriors in the forests and on higher
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| We sing, hear the strings rising
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| The war’s over, the bells ring
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| Memories fading, soldiers slaying
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| Looks like geezers raving
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| The hazy fog over the Bull Ring
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| The lazy ways the birds sing
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| A new baby’s born every day
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| Few men may be scorned today
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| But look at things the other way
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| Cos it may well be yer final day
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| And then the crowds roar, they slay, they all say
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| I produce this using only my bare wit
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| Gimme a jungle, a garage beat and admit defeat,
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| Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile
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| Get all applications into me before the deadline
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| Cos it’s a fine line between strifeful crimes
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| And a life of crime
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| But you will reach the day, and it’s all mine
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| You can take it or leave it,
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| I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix
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| In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker
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| Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water
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| To the next life from the fortress
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| Away from the knives and slaughter
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| To their wives and daughters
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| Once more before the Lord judges over all of us
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| Cos in this place you’ll see me
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| Brace yourself, cos this goes deep
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| I’ll show you the secrets, the sky and the birds
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| Actions speak louder than words
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| Stand by me my apprentice
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| Be brave, clench fists. |