5 to 7 minutes to go, can you feel this?
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Your life on the streets is done, forget the business
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You get what you give, another day another dead one
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Picture me out on the edge with the half a tonne
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Tryin' to move it on up, tryin' to move the fuck out
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You ain't Billy the kid, you ain't no ghetto son with clout
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No doubt you had it hard, just a shard from the mirror
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That went out
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Chorus:
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Yeah we're all very worried about you,
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Yeah we're all very worried about you,
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And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up,
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And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up,
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And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up,
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And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up,
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You was a little out of line but you acted like you cared
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And from now on, your life, and his, forever bare
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I'm out on the streets, hearin' bullshit for weeks
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I think it's time for you and me to meet
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And if it's all minor scales and the check ain't in the mail
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While you feelin' like you failed, wind blowin' past your sail
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Nice place to live now son, where you gonna run?
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Understand where we comin' from, put down the gun
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Chorus
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We Are All Very Worried About You
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