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[Hook - Ghostpoet] x2 |
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Round and round we go |
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When's it gonna stop |
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I ain't been paid and I ain't got a lot |
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But it's us against whatever babe |
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Us against whatever babe |
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[Verse 1 - Ghostpoet] |
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You know what's hard? |
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Knocks on the door |
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And the volumes up |
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I'm giving up but you're right there |
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Missing out on the flick of air |
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Told me once, told me twice |
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Falling deep in sound the vibes |
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Just came up for a tasty bite |
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But didn't get food so life's alright |
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You like the light, I like the dark |
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So us combined is a twist in part |
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Got no car, but my heart beating, fleeting |
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It won't stop for the rain or sheet |
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And under sheets; staring silent. |
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Peaceful, yeah |
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Hours to burn, but we don't care. |
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It's in the air. |
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Love is here. Not over there. |
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Look. |
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[Hook - Ghostpoet] x2 |
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[Verse 2 - Ghostpoet] |
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I love you like chicken soup, |
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Some biscuits, and lemonade. |
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And sometimes my heart's deaf; |
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It must need a hearing-aid. |
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But I can see much clearer now. |
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A bit like the Eski-boy |
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Love's like a shooting star. |
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Amazing like asteroids. |
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And captured on Polaroids. |
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Black and white |
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You always get my best side. |
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I'm praying for the best sides |
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This you and I. |
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And wear things like pork pies, |
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And eat things like pork pies |
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And see things like others don't, |
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But maybe cause you're by my side |
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[Hook] x2 |