| Yo, I’m burning up with passion
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| Man I feel like my heart’s aflame
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| Something that I truly feel
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| Something that I can’t escape
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| Stuck with my soul searching
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| Mentally I’m far away
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| Life’s like a gamble
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| Cause a dealer
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| Got a card to play
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| Reflecting on a life
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| That’s led by many
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| May be hard to face
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| When you’re spinning like a hurricane
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| Everything is much the same
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| Clutching at my food for thought
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| And cutlery to make me sane
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| Two working legs
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| Yet I’m struggling to run away
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| A blissful glimpse of paradise
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| Might see to make me
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| Change my way
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| Even just a holiday
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| Some could say
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| I’m sound awake
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| When every night I go and dream
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| I see it like a break away
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| Deep below the surface
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| Raise my finger tips to scrape the face
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| Mother Nature’s child of war
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| Surfing on a seismic wave
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| Nothing out there’s predetermined
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| There could be a time and place
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| For everything in life, so wait
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| Man it’s yours so seize, change your fate
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| Never wait when the moments there
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| Reveal the face
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| Bare reflections of a frozen stare
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| Eyes rolling backwards
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| Both the victim and the killer man
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| They’ve both been scared
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| It’s so tragic
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| I’m mind travelling
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| Lost in this labyrinth
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| Stuck with my thought patterns
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| Searching for happiness
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| Trying to find a way to live life
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| Trying to find a way to live life
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| And face the challenges
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| I’ve been round for 8 years
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| And I’m never heading
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| Homeward bound
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| Only way you’ll make a legacy
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| Is put me in the ground
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| Gutter like a glass pipe, broken heart, and bag of brown
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| Life’s fast so your days lost
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| When you’re sat around
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| Tragedies happen now
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| Pap get their camera out
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| Trying to catch the motion in the picture
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| Like they’re Paramount
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| One day it’s front page
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| Next day it’s wrapped around
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| The chips that you’re yamming down
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| Every picture tells a tale
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| What am I supposed to do?
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| Why am I emotional?
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| Why do I spend my life writing just to find the truth?
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| Why am I still here, fighting with my demons too?
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| It’s not like I invited you
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| To come and tear my mind in two
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| Only time I’ll ever get to rest
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| Is when I silence you
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| I fly the white flag high
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| In a violent mood
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| Deep like the vinyl groove
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| I fight for the dying youth
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| Fuck cocaine
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| And fuck the trade of diamonds too
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| Was that line of whites worth the live that were lost for you?
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| Blood money’s something that I’ve never come accustomed to
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| I got a little question too
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| Do you like the blatant truth
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| Stuffed right in front of you
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| But do you feel uncomfortable?
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| Itching at your skin till the bugs fucking cutting through
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| Stuck in a rut trying to lust for the sun and moon
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| So you lust for the sun and moon
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| Stuck in a rut trying to lust for the sun and moon. |