All Alone (feat. Roots Manuva and Martina Topley-Bird)
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The beat's got soul Deuteronomy Snatch a piece of my pondering Distant far like younder-in Skin of my tute like Skin of my boot like Fly in my soup like Where's the waitress? Can't take this really can't face this These airs and all these graces It's my mistake I make it Straight up to the boom now I bake it Bounce wiggle bounce wiggle shaking all them pains out Chemical cutthroats bound to blow the brain out Hurts to the pain This ain't no game I feel no shame I birth this pain I twist the game I twist the again I'll push this plane It's plain as day Known to what the sayers say Known to what these doers do It's you and who and you know where We's about to take it there We's about to make it clear We happy on we lonesome The lone drum the beat hot From start to finish Ten spoons of spinach The soul and the spillage The cup that runneth over Return of the ogre
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Close your eyes and see When there ain't no light All you'll ever be Come and say goodnight Cos I don't believe When the morning comes it doesn't Seem to say an awful lot to me...
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