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Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X
6 Underground
the ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go,
nowhere a way to meet.
I've got a head full of drought, down here
So far off losing out, round here,
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.
Calm me down, bring it round, too way high off your street,
I can see like nothing else, in me you're better than I wannabe.
Don't think 'cos I understand, I care
Don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends,
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.
Talk me down, safe and sound, too strung up to sleep,
Wear me out, scream and shout, swear my time's never cheap.
I fake my life like I've lived;
Too much I take whatever you're given; not enough,
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.
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