Eyes down on the pavement
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Friday nights are vacant
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You know you’re falling
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You’re falling into place
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Eyes down on the pavement
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Friday nights are vacant
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You know you’re falling
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You’re falling into place
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There’s only one right side and that’s the downside
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The crowd frowns but the town’s like a fight night
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Bright light might just fall like a landslide
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And if it lands right, it lands damn tight
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'Cause all the dubs and the beats, they are all in your head
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And all the clubs and the kids, they will crawl in your bed
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But is it something we said? |
Yeah, it is something we said
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Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute, you are falling to your death
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Eyes down on the pavement
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Friday nights are vacant
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You know you’re falling
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You’re falling into place
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Eyes down on the pavement
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Friday nights are vacant
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You know you’re falling
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You’re falling into place
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There’s only one way down and that’s the hard way
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'Cause on the day they threw us out it was a hard day
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God say: Pray for the kids, don’t prey on the kids
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Say: Reclaim the streets, just reclaim the streets
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When we meet them on the ground put your hands up
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In every beat and every sound put your hands up
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Because we’re in it for the town and we can’t stop
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Just put your hands up, put your hands up
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Eyes down on the pavement
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Friday nights are vacant
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You know you’re falling
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You’re falling into place
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Eyes down on the pavement
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Friday nights are vacant
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You know you’re falling
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You’re falling into place
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Just put your hands up, put your hands up
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Put your hands up
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Put your hands up
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Put your hands up
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Put your hands up
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Put your hands up
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Put your hands up
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Put your hands up
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Eyes down on the pavement
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Friday nights are vacant
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You know you’re falling
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You’re falling into place
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Eyes down on the pavement
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Friday nights are vacant
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You know you’re falling
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You’re falling into place |