| Listen,
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| They wanna build me up,
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| Postpone my attempt to kill my bars,
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| Well you better have an army,
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| Cause' it’s day one all of my boys show love,
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| Now I’m here where I should be,
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| When I’m high of a night I wonder where I would be,
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| On the streets where the thieves and the hoods be,
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| (The world still turns around)
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| As life continues
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| And with the lyrics and rhymes I bring you
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| I’m telling you strife you been through
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| Might make your heart feel colder than pingu,
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| I stand in a place,
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| Contemplating distant memories
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| You have never seen so many tear drops in a place
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| But a voice in my brain keeps telling me
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| (They build me up, to break me down,
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| But the world still turns around
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| They build me up, to break me down,
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| But the world still turns around)
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| Yeah, as the road spins on it’s axis
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| I feel trapped in a box like matchsticks
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| But I’ve got the UK head over heels
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| Like gymnastics on a mad practice in back flips
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| But they wanna steel my career like silicon mastic
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| Some days when I wake I tell myself I’m feeling fantastic
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| Cause' whatever occurs
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| Time won’t stop the earth still turns
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| Every lesson I’ve learnt
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| I reckon it’s worth the pain and seconds of hurt
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| So as the world rotates
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| Isolate and float through space
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| A never ending cycles occurin'
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| A carousel that won’t stop turning
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| They build me up, to break me down,
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| But the world still turns around
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| They build me up, to break me down,
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| But the world still turns around.
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| They wanna build me up to break me down
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| They show love when I was heard up
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| And now I’m coming up it seems they wanna break me down
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| They wanna build me up to break me down
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| They show love when I was heard up
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| But now I’m coming up it seems they wanna break me down.
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| They build me up, to break me down,
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| But the world still turns around,
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| They build me up, to break me down,
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| But the world still turns around. |