| All by myself atlast.
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| Strolling down my unknown path,
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| Unfamiliar faces reflect my soul,
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| Brand new places that I can go.
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| There’s a cricket on the TV screen,
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| Next to murder, you know what I mean.
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| You big fenced house with two nice cars,
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| But the dealer’s behind bars.
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| This is how.
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| This is how it should be.
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| (this is how it should be for me)
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| An adventure for me.
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| (and adventure for me)
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| When my inspiration is unreliable
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| and my occupation is undeniable,
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| The Cape Town blues is a whole different thing,
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| Puts a smile on my face, makes me wanna sing.
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| (Ooleiooooooleeeee)
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| (Ooleiooooooleeeee)
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| (Ooleiooooooleeeee)
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| (Ooleiooooooleeeee)
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| I can’t walk by myself.
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| So sticking my saw thumb up on the shelf
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| I’ll say: «I am the brakes of a moving train.»
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| I’ve made my mistakes, but i’m still the same.
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| Somehow I feel at home,
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| I can’t help it!
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| Sitting here on my own, smoking this shit.
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| I’m gonna start a trend.
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| In Cape Town it’s cool to fight to the end.
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| This is how…
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| It should be.
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| (this is how it should be for me)
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| An adventure for me
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| (an adventure for me)
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| When my inspiration is unreliable
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| and my occupation is undeniable,
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| The Cape Town blues is a whole different thing,
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| Puts a smile on my face, makes me wanna sing.
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| (Ooleiooooooleeeee)
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| (Ooleiooooooleeeee)
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| (Ooleiooooooleeeee)
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| (Ooleiooooooleeeee)
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| (eeeeey!)
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| My friend Cosnati he sleeps on the streets,
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| You just don’t know about it.
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| His parents they deserted him,
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| I wish they had given a shit.
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| They just go.
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| Ooleiooooooleeee~ |