[Verse 1]
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Who'd have ever known it'd come to this trying to
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predict your future sitch is simple as peace is a flick of a switch
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hitter. No prizes for not guessing that there'll be some days
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where I get most of my protein from this paper that I write on
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This same little Timmy was a sporty kid, and yeah the sun
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worked its fryer on my pail skin funny thing frailty
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I kept attending practice when my dad was having episodes
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That left behind a family in tatters
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And the subsequent descent under the poverty line
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Still we had a roof above our heads and friends to grow and build with
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And who'd have known of who I'd be if I had different early cards
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But whose to ask what might've been I exercise my right to turn a
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Blind eye to the rear vision, at which point the third eye'll hopefully
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kick in and then make a mark or something maybe
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we can all look forward to some added time to sleep in
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and do some home improvements on the weekend out in Eden
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Or, if it's okay, don't ask me any questions
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Just let the pen make a natural progression
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If it's okay don't ask me any questions
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Just let the pen make a natural progression
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[Verse 2]
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I'd have never even tried to guess from three to thirteen
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To eighteen what's now got me on full court press yes
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In retrospect the hints were there, timid as a billboard
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A batsman, keeper, graffiti writing creature
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Sort of wrote a bit, it's now embarrassing but there's love
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For those nursery rhyme raps in primary school Nug
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They were bugged out but as if we weren't I copped
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A tonne of verbal abuse but I'd say thankyou sir
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I never came to cause trouble, we even wrote a rap
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As peace offerings to Mr Beaumont when he had a baby
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That was at 11, at 15 you could've seen them early morning
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petty crime schemes I've got a pin inside my foot to prove it
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you'd be stupid to assume that there were no regrets
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But it's not over yet, I wind my window down a bit
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Shifting gears from fourth to fifth
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Left the career back at the tollway
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Generation cynic Y2K without the rollplay
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[Chorus] {x3}
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Stranger things have happened, and it's not shock horror
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And if you were to buy the bio then I wouldn't bother
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It's just the way it is, call it my live review
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Yeah I remember all these things while I'm hyping you
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[Verse 3]
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I had a fella tell me once of all his ideologies
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You know the kind of scholarly filled chemical philosophies
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Significance of numbers and your stars and your bloodlines
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Scars from the sunshine tragedies and punchlines
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Premature deaths occur before the person's ready
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Said the fella before gently falling down and passing out
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Well there you go the emporer proudly put out all he had on show
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And here's a million bucks for guessing what tomorrow holds
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Bank vaults and catapaults a liberal dose of smelling salts
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To snap you back to Urth and yeah I've got present tense on lock
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Known to deviate a little I guess, solving the how'd I get here
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riddle and yes, there's still a bit on my chest
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Was it the year I was completely depressed I swore I'd
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Never take for granted when the skin disease left. And still don't
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Still evokes potently as turning points tend to do
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And sometimes I reflect on this while I'm hyping you
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[Chorus] {x3]
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Stranger things have happened, and it's not shock horror
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And if you were to buy the bio then I wouldn't bother
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It's just the way it is, call it my live review
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Yeah I remember all these things while I'm hyping you
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Natural Progression
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| Urthboy |
