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That's it |
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Turn the page on the day, walk away |
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'cos there's sense in what I say |
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I'm 45th generation Roman |
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But I don't know 'em |
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Or care when I'm spitting |
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So return to your sitting position and listen it's fitting |
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I'm miles ahead and they chase me |
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Show yer face on TV, then we'll see |
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You can't do half, my crew laughs |
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At yer rhubarb and custard verses |
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You rain down curses but I'm waving, |
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Yer hearse is driving by |
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Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky |
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All stare, eyes glazed |
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Garage burnt down, the fire raged |
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For 40 days and in 40 ways |
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But through the blaze they see it fade |
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The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces |
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Then a figure emerges from the wastage |
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Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze |
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One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky |
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They wonder how, they wonder why |
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The sky turns white, it all becomes clear |
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They felt lifted from their fears |
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They shed tears in the light |
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After 6 dark years |
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Young bold soldiers, the fire burns |
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Cracks and smoulders |
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5 years older and wiser |
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The fires are burning on fire, never tire |
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Slay warriors in the forests and on higher |
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We sing, hear the strings rising |
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The war's over, the bells ring |
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Memories fading, soldiers slaying |
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Looks like geezers raving |
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The hazy fog over the Bull Ring |
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The lazy ways the birds sing |
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A new baby's born every day |
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Few men may be scorned today |
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But look at things the other way |
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Cos it may well be yer final day |
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And then the crowds roar, they slay, they all say |
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I produce this using only my bare wit |
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Gimme a jungle, a garage beat and admit defeat, |
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Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile |
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Get all applications into me before the deadline |
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Cos it's a fine line between strifeful crimes |
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And a life of crime |
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But you will reach the day, and it's all mine |
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You can take it or leave it, |
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I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix |
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In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker |
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Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water |
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To the next life from the fortress |
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Away from the knives and slaughter |
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To their wives and daughters |
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Once more before the Lord judges over all of us |
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Cos in this place you'll see me |
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Brace yourself, cos this goes deep |
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I'll show you the secrets, the sky and the birds |
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Actions speak louder than words |
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Stand by me my apprentice |
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Be brave, clench fists. |