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Adolescent and the ghost of Tupac
the devil has all the best beats
Hip hop and an to keep
Brother hardware under the
On the "Bin Laden was here"
Turn and it disappears
Soft spring and wild skies
Wild in all the kids' eyes
And no one's really sure if this is

We close early when the are slow
Hit the shell garage, Thornton
Take a long up on the moors
Park up in a place we

Sat in the seats getting stoned
To forget at home
Mess with bleeping phone
Gazing down on the city
no one's really sure if this is home

Check the view mirror at the lights
To see who is about tonight
The mongrel that run the streets
And the all with secrets to keep

I lie awake and I the sounds
The wail and the car alarms
A call to prayer and a to arms
The bass of the boom-box cars
The first riffs on the cheap
ponies on the edge of the park
Drunks roll and the dogs they bark
I know the sounds like the beat of my

And not where you're from or where you've been
It's not a matter of or family tree
Everybody believes what they to believe
But they from some kind of refugee
Running something, turned out of somewhere
All looking for somewhere, exiled something
And no really sure if this is home