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[Verse 1: Ghostpoet] |
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I'm 44 years old and life ain't Golden |
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Like Jill Scott said |
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When you got no cash |
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Got no check book, got no credit card |
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Life is pretty hard |
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I'm sure you can see that and plus under-rated, plus bear knock-backs |
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Been shown the door cause they talking 'bout cutbacks |
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And you think "what next?" left or the right door |
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Key in the door but the door won't open and heartbeat frozen |
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Look to the heavens, but nobody's coming and the pie's in the oven |
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So you stop mind wandering, and back to the present |
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It's a dinner for one with the dimmer lights on |
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And you're trying get atmosphere |
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Like she was here, but she's long gone |
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Like Rocky Balboa and Adrian |
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Teardrops while you sip on the Evian |
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[Hook: Fabiana Palladino] |
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No no no no no no |
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I ain't on a licence to kill like double-O |
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I just wanna live life and survive it |
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No no no no no no |
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I ain't on a license to kill like double-O |
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I just wanna live life and survive it |
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[Verse 2: Ghostpoet] |
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I gotta move man, but it's hard when you're glued in place; |
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I so desperately wanna leave this pace |
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In a steamy hot bath I just hide my face; |
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The world looks different underwater |
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I could've had a son or a daughter |
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When I had the chance took a trip to Majorca |
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Life is a funny thing with the twists and turns |
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And in the bad times it just breaks and burns |
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But as you get older you just live and learn |
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You shrug your shoulders and be the bigger man |
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But I remember, nights in December |
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Fairy lights and torn up wrapping paper and happy times |
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Now it's happy slaps and "how big's your gat?" and all that crap; |
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I'm like allow that |
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I know there's reason to part but I'll get through |
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If I just remember that: |
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[Hook: Fabiana Palladino] |
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No no no no no no |
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I ain't on a license to kill like double-O |
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I just wanna live life and survive it |
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No no no no no no |
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I ain't on a license to kill like double-O |
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I just wanna live life and survive it |
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[Verse 3: Ghostpoet] |
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I know |
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Times are hard |
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You're against the wall, and |
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Your head is down, but |
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I think |
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You'll get there soon |
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Just have a little faith mate |
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It'll all turn out great |
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Yeah |
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It's all mapped out, like one of them Sat-Navs |
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You need to get over there, then down to here |
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Go down the road and left at the roundabout |
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Head out the window, so much to shout about |
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I'm naturally buzzing, allow pessimism |
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To burn in the flames like a phoenix has risen, well I hope so |
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That's the plan in the end: get a nice house, a few true friends |
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A wife I can cry with, laugh and create with |
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Kids so beautiful they're truly a blessing |
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But I'm just guessing, just speculating |
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Thinking out loud you know all that's what I do |
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And I don't know much but I know what is right |
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Don't want regrets, going to try my best |
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But I'm only a man doing what I can |
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And I'll go forth with these words in my hand, in my hand: |
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[Hook: Fabiana Palladino and Ghostpoet] |
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No no no no no no |
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I ain't on a license to kill like double-O |
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I just wanna live life and survive it |
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No no no no no no |
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I ain't on a license to kill like double-O |
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I just wanna live life and survive it |