[Tricky]
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Can't be with the one you love then love the one you're with
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Spliff in the ashtray, red stripe I pull the lid
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Her touch tickles, especially when she's gentle
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But I don't hear her words 'cause I slide the instrumental
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Keep the girl in the distance, moves are very hazy
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No sunshine in my life the way I deal is shady
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[3D]
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Skip hip data to get the anti-matter
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Blue lines are the reason why the temple had to shatter
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To the sound of silence surrounded by the mass
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Her face is on the paper not the strangers that I pass
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The ones that looking back to see if they are looking back at me
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[Daddy G]
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Are you predator or do you fear me
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[3D]
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Yeah while I'm doing this I know
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The place I really wanna go
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The one I love but never gets near me
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[Tricky]
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It's a beautiful day, well it seems as such
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Beautiful thoughts means I dream too much
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Even if I told you, you still would not know me
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Tricky never does, adrian mostly gets lonely
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How we live in this existence, just being
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English upbringing, background carribean
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[3D]
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It's the way that we ?bility?
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Sharing a soliloquy
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We cut the broken thread from flexibility
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Mi chiamo 3D si sono Inglese
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No sunshine in my life 'cause the way I deal is hazy
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And everyday's a daisy 'cause I'm on my toes
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While contemporaries of mine remaining comatose
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[Tricky]
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There's a looking glass she's looking through
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She hated me, but then she loved me too
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I'd lie not try so I lost faith
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Then turn to her to keep the faith
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She told me take an occupation or you lose your mind
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And on a nine to five lemon, looking for the lime
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[3D]
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Box clever, watch your system come together
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Crazy weather at the end of my tether
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[Daddy G]
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Massive in the area, murderer
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Attack inna the area, murderer
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[3D]
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Some go softly softly round the habitat
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Ratchet in the right hand
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They got no one to stab it at
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Take a walk billy, don't be a hero
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Effort's on minimal though almost touch zero
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Excommunicated from the brotherhood of man
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To wander lonely as a puzzled anagram
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Car paint blue, green, primer and zinc
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Take it to extremities my purple and pink
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I feel the colours fill my room beneath the patter of the rain
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I can't stand the drops they're dripping down my windowpane
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They wash away my shadow and don't even leave a spark upon my soul
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They leave the rainbows in the dark
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[Tricky]
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Blues get big, massive are even larger
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Save nuff space into the tricky tardis
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We'd trawl what I saw from down in darren's hall
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People laying their claim
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In stormy weather it's rain
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[3D]
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But you're living on a see-saw
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[Tricky]
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I try to see more
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[3D]
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Somebody da-ditty, nobody
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Walking on sunshine, but still we're treading water
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The son of many reasons searching for the daughter
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Seeking knowledge, not acknowledging the jetset
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Silver papers of the sound within my budakon headset
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The solar system watches in wisdom
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The children dance as the moonlight kissed them
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[Tricky]
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To Massive attack Matt Black appear wearing beads
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Two hours traveling so I wrote this on repeat
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Always living fast, people getting jumpy
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Where on ?gruggy? falls I do the walter crumpy
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Microphones held close, crouching far apart
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Take my piece of mind and sign my name across your heart
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Blue Lines
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Massive Attack |