[Verse 1]
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We the modern day folk singers, even if
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the old folk singers think we're just dope slingers
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Ode to the idiom and the flow gideon
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My ear a melody net yet there's no singing em
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Some are not kidding they're puzzled at how we talk
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I tell it's not talk, like cheese and chalk
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And we walk without fear in the ground we tread
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And it's flawed cos you're hearing all the thoughts goin round my head
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Where paradox and respect wed
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And I work to my catalogue not my nest egg
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And the wordplay is direct and unashamed
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Taken in all the frame with a ridiculous name
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So many of us made a claim
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Some soared so high
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Plenty fell off like a shot down plane
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The wind blowing your bridge over troubled waters down
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But don't worry we'll sort it out
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[Chorus]
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And You've got to be engaged
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You're not just listening to your mates
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We're trying to save the world
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A brave new world, I love that bitter taste
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And you've got to be engaged
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It's not a grudge match every day
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It's the necessary phases
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Cos no folk song ever saved us
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[Verse 2]
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Like A Tribe Called Quest said, it's all expected
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Things will get hectic, change is a threat like when Dylan went electric
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Cos we all affected, directed, defected
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In puffy chested but then out dejected
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No massage for every bad back
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It isn't Hollywood, it's just Mad Max
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It isn't the serum to get rid of your anthrax
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No Mother Teresa it's just the beat of a damn track
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I don't really care for half of these MCs
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But some of them are like the path of a set-piece
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All of it and more we can't let you get sleep
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No relationship was started on a wet dream
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So we knock down doors and we rock our jaws
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And we don't turn our back if it's not our cause
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Stand and stare upward form the ground floor
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Get up, what you down for?
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[Chorus] {X2}
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[Verse 3]
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It's really not that profound, the way a phrase
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knocks you down to others it's nothing more than a background
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Some are weak at the knees at that sound
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I rewind the song and sit down now
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Constantly flip between the FM stations
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The jocks spruik the next sensations
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But I care little about the next sensations
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I'm sorry that I left you waiting
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Modern Day Folk
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| Urthboy |
