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Ouça Original Pirate Material de The Streets.
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Ouça The Streets: essenciais com The Streets.
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Ouça Alternativo: hits de 2002 com The Streets.
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Ouça UK garage: essenciais com The Streets.
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Ouça Música eletrônica dos anos 2000: essenciais com The Streets.
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Ouça Um dia em Londres com The Streets.
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Ouça Brainstorming com The Streets.
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Ouça Arctic Monkeys: influências com The Streets.
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Ouça The 100 Songs That Built The UK com The Streets.
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Ouça Em casa com HAIM: a playlist com The Streets.
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Ouça Vince Staples Playlist com The Streets.
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Producer

Letra

That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away 'Cos there's sense in what I say I'm 45th generation Roman But I don't know 'em Or care when I'm spitting So return to your sitting position and listen it's fitting I'm miles ahead and they chase me Show your face on TV, then we'll see You can't do half, my crew laughs At your rhubarb and custard verses You rain down curses but I'm waving Your hearses driving by Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky All stare, eyes glazed Garage burnt down, the fire raged For 40 days and in 40 ways But through the blaze they see it fade The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces Then a figure emerges from the wastage Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky They wonder how, they wonder why The sky turns white, it all becomes clear They felt lifted from their fears They shed tears in the light After six dark years Young bold soldiers, the fire burns Cracks and smoulders Five years older and wiser The fires are burning on fire, never tire Slay warriors in the forests and on higher We sing, hear the strings rising The war's over, the bells ring Memories fading, soldiers slaying Looks like geezers raving The hazy fog over the Bull Ring The lazy ways the birds sing A new baby's born every day Few men may be scorned today But look at things the other way 'Cos it may well be your final day And then the crowds roar, they slay, they all say I produce this using only my bare wit Gimme a jungle, a garage beat and admit defeat Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile Get all applications into me before the deadline 'Cos it's a fine line between strifeful crimes And a life of crime But you will reach the day, and it's all mine You can take it or leave it I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water To the next life from the fortress Away from the knives and slaughter To their wives and daughters Once more before the Lord judges over all of us 'Cos in this place you'll see me Brace yourself, cos this goes deep I'll show you the secrets, the sky and the birds Actions speak louder than words Stand by me my apprentice Be brave, clench fists
Writer(s): Michael Geoffrey Skinner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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