| I practised, took a risk like Rooney
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| And rode ‘round Dagga with a dog
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| There ain’t no glamour in the manor
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| When the manor gettin' shot
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| Shit gets deep and because
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| Someone got stabbed and wrapped for a box
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| I feel the tension, pass me a Benson
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| Gimme five like MI I’m lost
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| I don’t wanna try and be something that I’m not
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| Knew that I’d fit in if I played the game
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| Fitting in is lame and it’s not what I want
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| All I ever wanted was the OT crew
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| To be that damn huge, that we’d all be gods
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| Dreams of a youngster
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| Inflated and punctured
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| Now its just me in the spot
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| Lonely soul I walk this road alone
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| Still marching deep in the fog
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| I gave, and they took
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| I played, by the book
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| I fell, and I’ve stood
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| And now I’m too far gone to come back
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| I gave, and they took
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| I played, by the book
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| I fell, and I’ve stood
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| And now I’m too far gone to come back
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| Think it was easy?
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| Trying to do something positive here
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| When everyone’s greedy
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| Backhanded, sleazy
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| I gave what I could but the calls still bleed me
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| So what if there’s nothin' left
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| No Jim, no James, no fuckin' Devz
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| Just a machine programmed to be the MC
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| That you know from the Dagenham ends
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| It’s autopilot, when I make assaults on pirates
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| I ain’t got thoughts in my head
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| Think too much, then I might lose touch
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| With the brain cell left and fall to a depth
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| So low, the Sun don’t glow
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| The sky don’t snow in a spider’s web
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| All I know is when I’m here alone
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| I’m in a zone that’s free from an actual tense
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| I gave, and they took
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| I played, by the book
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| I fell, and I’ve stood
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| And now I’m too far gone to come back
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| I gave, and they took
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| I played, by the book
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| I fell, and I’ve stood
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| And now I’m too far gone to come back
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| It’s game on now, when I reign on now
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| There ain’t no way no how
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| That a boy that made the manor proud
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| Could fade or drown, I ain’t ever fallin' down
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| Been there didn’t think I’d ever get back
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| Now its on top, tell her mummy its a wrap
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| Focus, tryna put money in the bank
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| Make another artist curry in their pants
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| It’s all bants, what more do you want from me?
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| A constant stream of meaningful messages
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| Idles and effigies, die and they bleed (Die and they bleed)
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| What more do you want from me?
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| A constant stream of meaningful messages
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| Idles and effigies, die and they bleed (Die and they bleed)
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| I gave, and they took
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| I played, by the book
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| I fell, and I’ve stood
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| And now I’m too far gone to come back
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| I gave, and they took
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| I played, by the book
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| I fell, and I’ve stood
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| And now I’m too far gone to come back |