| 5, 5am, it’s so strange to be here again.
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| Falling, falling down.
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| Someone help me, before I hit the ground.
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| These are the hours when I capture most of my magical moments on the power book,
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| money by the hour book
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| Let them into my ward and show them how I took, a sound from there,
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| a sound from here.
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| Said I never leave the hood but now I look back don’t matter where you live
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| you’re alive and kicking.
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| I’ll always try and stop you tripping, but it’s awkward if you slipping up
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| yourself, I ain’t perfect though.
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| That’s why I haven’t stopped my search yet.
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| Looking for what? |
| I don’t know, in the end it’s all worthless.
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| See the world’s just a place full of workers, non-workers earning like workers,
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| Born to not work.
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| Feels like I ain’t worked a day in my life but I’ve worked every hour,
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| work any hour.
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| 5am's cool; |
| I get paid by the hour.
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| Where’s my phone?
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| What’s the time?
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| What?
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| Can’t be, can’t be.
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| 5am and I can’t sleep it’s been the same for the past week.
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| I’ve been up from morning, my daughters clogged up?
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| I smile cus she’s breathing; |
| I turned on my line in the evening
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| It’s Friday, I know I’ve gotta grind through the weekend.
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| So even if it’s 5 o’clock, there’s no way that my grind can stop,
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| my funds rising, the suns on the horizon, I stop and admire it.
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| Then it’s back to curb work, as the birds chirp, I’m out trying to catch the
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| first worm.
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| No hourglass, no sun dial as the hours pass, not one smile as
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| I wipe the cold from my eye; |
| I’m colder than ice.
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| I look down and the phone saying 5.
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| 5, 5am, it’s so strange to be here again.
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| Falling, falling down.
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| Someone help me; |
| help me before I hit the ground.
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| 5, 5am, it’s so strange to be here again
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| 5, 5am, it’s so strange to be here again
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| 5, 5am, it’s so strange to be here again.
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| Falling, falling down.
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| Someone help me; |
| help me before I hit the ground.
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| One, Two-three, Four, Five, Five.
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| 5, 5am, it’s so strange to be here again
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| 5, 5am, it’s so strange to be here again
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| 5, 5am, it’s so strange to be here again.
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| Falling, falling down.
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| Someone help me; |
| help me before I hit the ground. |