Joseph Ruddleston - People | Текст песни

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People on form, people on time,
People magically on top of their shit,
People changing and I know for one,
I'll be a son of a gun if I don't change one bit to get where I end up,

People folding, people without an appetite,
People exiting things without saving them prior,
People know I'm not one for a show,
But I can't help but aim a bit higher,

I was told I should prepare for the best of days,
And best of days I'll get,
Can I be a fighter and a runner,
I'm not one of those gambling men,
But I'm my safest bet,

And I quite like roulette,

People don't show, people loco,
Why'd he run from the bun 'cause he's bored of the oven,
I can't stand people raising their hand when they tell me,
There's no such thing as lovin',
They're just being stubborn,

I was told I shouldn't mind,
If they hammer at my head,
That's just the order we are placed in,
What else could I do but fight my own way through instead,
To make some real good bread,

Hurry there's no time for wastin',

There are doctors, there are nurses,
There are killers and coppers and warriors even now,
You can think that you're fine then you blink,
And you're old and you've lost all your money,
And no one is talking and reading gets harder,
But you know the truth still,
People are people,
You know the truth still,
People are people,
Weak and they're feeble,

People are people.

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