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Take me down, 6 underground |
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The ground beneath your feet |
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Laid out low, nothing to go |
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Nowhere a way to meet |
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I've got a head full of drought, down here |
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So far off losing out, round here |
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Overground, watch this space |
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I'm open to falling from grace |
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Calm me down, bring it 'round |
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Too way high off your street |
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I can see like nothing else |
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In me you're better than I wannabe |
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Don't think 'cause I understand, I care |
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Don't think 'cause I'm talking, we're friends |
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Overground, watch this space |
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I'm open to falling from grace |
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Don't think 'cause I understand, I care |
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Don't think 'cause I'm talking, we're friends |
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Overground, watch this space |
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I'm open to falling from grace |
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Talk me down, safe and sound |
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Too strung up to sleep |
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Wear me out, scream and shout |
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Swear my time's never cheap |
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I fake my life like I've lived too much |
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I take whatever you're given not enough |
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Overground, watch this space |
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I'm open to falling from grace |