| Could’ve played stocks, badge says bank teller
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| Deluded shoe salesman with a statesmen’s umbrella
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| Think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into
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| Truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| Ha ha, come on
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| Yeah
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| Oh
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| That sounds so sweet
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| You know who it is! |
| I’m back, yeah
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| Because the wind can blow in a falsetto, enshrouding 'em
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| Clogged up crowd in the cold sun cowering
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| Like where despair and rare hope encountering
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| Or even getting through that twenty-four hour thing
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| Making monsoons out of afternoon showerings
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| They say, «get that cash» 'cause what it bring’s empowering
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| Experience enough loss you get sick of salvaging
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| Gutter living star-gazer, daily life devoured him
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| But fuck that, we follow on like Laxman and Dravid
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| Serve it up, we got our fill, still we keep carvin' it
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| Lot of shit went down when you were passing it
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| Far too busy guarding it, an Elefant never forgets, it pardons it
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| We put the art in it, that’s not even the half of it
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| We make it marvellous in honour of the pioneers who fathered it |
| So whether we leave you carpeted like moulting hair
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| Or don’t care at least you know there’s nothing false in there, yeah (Come on!)
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| When I think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into
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| The truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| Nah, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| what? |
| What?
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| When I think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into
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| The truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| Nah, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| Turn it up
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| L—Lord let me know
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| When I get to this f—fork in the road
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| What I need is one decision, god speed
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| Instead of me w—w—walking it slow, exhausted and cold
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| Please give me strength to the tenth degree
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| Give me strength to stand up like there’s no empty seats
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| Which path should I take? |
| Both are big passions
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| And I know I’m responsible for this kid’s action
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| Don’t really need to be a wealthy man
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| But I do need that helping hand
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| I’ve got size and skill to follow my dreams of rugby
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| And hear the holler and screams as fans follow the team
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| But I also got that knack to word things |
| Exact then rap superb to murder tracks
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| And I saw where my purpose at
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| Now I’m here before you with my decision in a horse shoe, I say
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| When I think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into
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| The truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| Nah, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| what? |
| What?
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| When I think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into
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| The truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| Nah, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| Turn it up
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| Ayy
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| Who wears the pants stands out like a sore thumb
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| Highlighted aura moving towards the forefront
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| Seduced my focus, hopeless when it’s all done
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| All settled options called up, we can all run
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| Pace of the naive and my sleeve is draped in freezing rain
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| Half-shredded couch, I can count the doubts
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| But they always seem to leave the lane
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| Etched my name across a stone cold surface
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| Suspect on the game, I throw rocks at the circus
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| First thing is many sleepless nights
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| When it feels like you ain’t really dreaming right
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| Tryna balance in the centre when the Jenga might |
| Topple in front of my eagle eyes but I legalise
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| Justify this addiction, this is my life
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| And you can put it in your Discman
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| (C'mon and press play) I wouldn’t have it any other way, ‘cause
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| When I think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into
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| The truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| Nah, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| what? |
| What?
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| When I think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into
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| The truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| Nah, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
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| Turn it up |