they think were fools sitting on the corner,
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older you get the more like your father,
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the more I drink the more like my brother,
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seem to have picked up on a callus trait,
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hate people who think there life is a drama,
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making in jokes about americana,
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amusing myself is worth it for the karma,
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obama sounds like osama to me.
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well my bedroom's watched by an intafada,
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kids with bricks or strips in gaza,
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point at me in my pyjamas,
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laugh and scream get out of bed,
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I say I am I got plans I'm meeting up with maltha,
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I'm a shoulder she's robert palma,
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acts like a twat but she's a top banana,
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might as well admit she's addicted to love.
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caught in a spiders web,
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its' not the first time playing dead,
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I see I saw lovers undercover,
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no one found out until we left,
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caught in a spiders web,
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lt's not the first time playing dead,
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they know something oh well we're running,
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I know they'll catch up in the end.
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you walked in last with a dirty barbour,
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found me at the bar in fits of laughter,
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said you've been seen out digging the past,
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with arthur you'd rather just walk in the rain,
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at a party with ash as they smash a pinata,
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can I leave some stuff here for you to look after,
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I'll be back around probably in the mid summer,
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new york new york man I love the city.
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caught in a spiders web,
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its' not the first time playing dead,
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I see I saw lovers undercover,
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no one found out until we left,
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caught in a spiders web,
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It's not the first time playing dead,
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they know something oh well we're running,
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I know they'll catch up in the end.
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In the hustle and the bustle I feel
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I'm in trouble and I trip and then I stumble
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I feel myself fall in the hustle and the bustle
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It's too rough I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call
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well with a wheezing chest and a leaking ceiling,
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baby next door screaming all evening,
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the beatings we got and the ones we're seeking,
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we're stubborn as fuck and I'm proud to say,
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that me and ben skeleton mixed our own medicine,
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never let a critic affect our direction,
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barricade doors with out pale complexion,
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program a beat bones I'll just keep telling them,
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how selling them a brand is a band complication,
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a man in a room with a survey for the station,
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trying to get it on air no care tor creation,
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I guess its all part of indoctrination.
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In the hustle and the bustle I feel
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I'm in trouble and I trip and then I stumble
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I feel myself fall in the hustle and the bustle
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It's too rough I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call
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caught in a spiders web,
|
its' not the first time playing dead,
|
I see I saw lovers undercover,
|
no one found out until we left,
|
caught in a spiders web,
|
It's not the first time playing dead,
|
they know something oh well we're running,
|
I know they'll catch up in the end.
|
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In the hustle and the bustle I feel
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I'm in trouble and I trip and then I stumble
|
I feel myself fall in the hustle and the bustle
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It's too rough I tumble in the gravel and the rubble can you hear me call
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Spider's Web
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| Jamie T |
