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Ignore This
02:07
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They want you to ignore this
And they want you to obey
They want you to ignore this
That's right!
They own it they control it
They feed us lies!
If they wanted you to know it
Then there wouldn't be a they
But does anybody notice?
Or does anybody care?
Open up your eyes and see it
It's time for waking up
Is that really air you're breathing?
It's time to cough it up
Skip this line it's been deleted
They’re lies. They’re just made up
It’s the end let’s stop repeating
It's time for rising up
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Here We Are
02:01
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Here we are
It's easier for you, it's easier for me
Baby can't you see?
Don't you know?
It's easier for you, it's easier for me
Anyone can see
(And it’s plain to see)
It's all I know
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This Reminds Me
02:46
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This reminds me
Reminds me of everything
All the times out
And all the promising
Did you see it?
Did it pass you by?
You didn't feed it
You never even tried
Did you ever give up on letting go?
Of things you needed and running to and fro
Did you ever see time was running out
Go now, you never even seen it till the end
This reminds me
Reminds me of everything
This reminds me lately
Did you feel it?
Did something catch your eye?
A scratch beneath it, reveals the mess inside
Did you defeat it?
And find a place to hide?
Was it discreetly
Held up and classified?
You didn't need it
You don't need anything
Go now, forget these knots and burn them at the ends
Did you go back?
Go back on everything?
Was it planned out?
Or was it innocent?
Did you know? Was it right? Was it easy to lie?
Don't let the truth mess things up every time
Down the line
Now I'll never ever see you as a friend
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4. |
Beakin
02:25
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Beaked up to death
Tell by the smell of my chemical breath
Smoked fags, empty bags
Chewing my face reading porno mags
Too thin, bad skin, yellow teeth fill the top of my grin
Swung jaw, I want more, fat white lines c’mon let's fucking score
I'm beakin, kill another bag
This time we've gone too far and we're never going back again
Good flake, numb face
Snort dripping fun, paracetamol taste
Lay on’s all gone, tryin’ all night to score another one
Eight bags, so bad, should be ill how much we fucking had
It's all on call
My twisted mind feels a hundred feet tall
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5. |
The LEBB
03:03
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The LEBB are coming down tonight
We go through Leasowe on the bus home from school
It's like a bomb went off there
We see the scallies by the shops sniffing glue
If you look twice then they're after you
It'll buy you time if you go run and hide
Fear and respect has you petrified
Stay out of sight now it's Friday night
When you're out cold you'll have wished you stayed home tonight
Fake tracksuit jackets, sovereign rings, stolen shoes
Some soft cunt's getting coshed tonight
No fucking reason it's just something they do
It's on tonight and they've just seen you
Onward Rockport soldiers, sniffing glue they're after you
We don't see fun in losing fights
We play this game of run and hide
I hope someday we will be free from this toil and abuse
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I put up, suck it up, I don't shout
Don't know why, have to try, figure out
You and I, what it meant
What you said in your head in the end
It's not you, it's not me, it's not anything
So it's time, once again
Storming out in my mind
Here I go
I give up, I give in, try to see, it's not all that you want it to be
Had enough, of the fuss, and the hate and distrust between us
You don't see, it's not me, cos you don't give a fuck about anything
So you know, you're psycho
Storming out in my mind
Here I go
I give up, I give in
Though I try I can't win
Sick and tired of the fight and the mess that we're in
So you bitch and you moan while you sit there alone
I keep it inside, storming out in my mind
Here I go
It's done this time
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