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[Verse 1] |
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The chefs are in the alleyway throwing down |
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They're high on PCP when I'm around |
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They don't recall a thing or their favourite meal |
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Til they are coming down |
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You smack me in the eyes and take my sight |
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You cut my world in half, baby you're my knife |
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I bag a lazy spine I can take my life |
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When I am coming down |
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When I am coming down |
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When I am coming down |
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[Verse 2] |
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You amputate my hands and they grow back |
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As phantoms to replace the world I had |
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I'm too lazy to invent a brand new myth |
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When I am coming down |
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The scenery of saints in stained-glass walls |
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You get a little badge and you stand tall |
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You're knee-deep in the shit of suburban sprawl |
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And you are coming down |
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Oh you are coming down |
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Oh you are coming down |
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[Verse 3] |
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So suck the monophonic noise and golden hits |
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They write them in two seconds, it's a piece of piss |
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I let a little laugh slip from my lips |
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When I am coming down |
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Yeah I am coming down |
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Oh I am coming down |
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[Bridge] |
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You've got a soft spot for hard stuff |
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You've got a soft spot for hard stuff |
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You've got a soft spot for hard stuff |
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And you are coming down |
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Yeah you are coming down |
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Oh you are coming down |
