[Verse 1]
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Now don't ever come around unannounced
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Nor if you announce there's one too many run of outs
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One too many counts far too many dumb it down
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I came here to do my job, not to hear your run-around
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I do okay believe me man I ain't come to pounce
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I haven't come to scrounge I haven't come to cut you down
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I don't want no gown, I'm not trying to hunt your crown
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No twenty-one gun salute flags or trumpet sounds
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I'm just running now, and yeah it's summer now
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It's warmer in the water yet I sorta wonder how
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How it's cold now, I see your thunder clouds
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But you should keep it in a teacup and just shut your mouth
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Simply cut it out your one number I'm rubbing out
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Not number one or even 101 still you strut about
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From middle to the mainstream and the underground
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Your not in this struggle so don't you ever come around
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"Get out of my sphere"
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah I'm warm but that's volcano ash
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Followed by scolding golden molten lava trapped
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It's no, party track it's a, heart attack
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It's a master's tact with scars to match
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It's a card saying don't come back I'm part of that
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It's upside your neck til you start to scratch
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But I'll stand my ground put on a harder hat
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It's impossible to get here if you can't adapt
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To the karma-strapped, to the ignorant and out-spoken
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Talkback radio always with their mouths open
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Big money brokers dressed all sugar coated
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All the way to presidents who never should've got voted
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In, treacherous seas we all sail hoping
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Tomorrow's calm but I can't cos your arms choking
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This little neck of mine, but don't look for tears
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Just simply don't attempt to ever come around here
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[Chorus]
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There's a million other places underneath the stars
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It's an extra large planet filled with people and cars
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But I'll tell you this again if it's not quite clear
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That I don't want you coming round here
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There's a million places underneath the stars to see
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It's an extra large planet filled with Adam and Eve
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But I'll tell you this again if it's not clear
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"Get out of my sphere"
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[Verse 3]
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I don't want your money nor your pre-emptive wars
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Or your small talk hawks or your live cause
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You can keep your Porsche mansions and tennis courts
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Interact with power tripping like it's intercourse
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Let me have my book, let there be a pen with ink and
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silence in a busy day to have a little time to think
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let a little peace prosper in the middle east
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Without politicians boiling up the bitter heat
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drop a feast at famines feet do you follow me?
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There's so much more to life than fueling the economy
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Give apologies acknowledge we're on stolen land
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Say the obvious it's conscience, not the dollars man
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I'm just a common man, I like the simple life
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Thankful for my luck is how I'm livin' right
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I thought I made it clear, do you understand dear?
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Don't ever think of coming back around here!
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[Chorus] {x2}
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There's a million other places underneath the stars
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It's an extra large planet filled with people and cars
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But I'll tell you this again if it's not quite clear
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That I don't want you coming round here
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There's a million places underneath the stars to see
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It's an extra large planet filled with Adam and Eve
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But I'll tell you this again if it's not clear
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"Get out of my sphere"
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Come Around
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| Urthboy |
