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Never gonna break All that it seems Armour let it through, borne the arboretic truth you kept posing Sat down in the suit, fixed on up it wasn't you by finished closing Ramble in the roots, had the marvel, moved the proof be kneeled fine's glowing

And you can let your hair down, eh But you gotta keep your head up, oh I know it's hard, know it's hard To remember sometimes Keep your head up, oh Oh, you'll turn out fine Fine, oh, you'll turn out fine You gotta keep your head up, oh, The sun will

We can blame it on the stars Oh, come on let your heart just breathe And we can blame it on the stars Don't try to argue with the moon Stars, oh, come one let your guard down Sometimes you need a reason A little love you can't believe in A little hug, a

Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Transport, motorways and tramlines Starting and then stopping Taking off and landing The emptiest of feelings Disappointed people, clinging on to bottles When it comes it's so, so, disappointing

I wish it would break There I could move on, right on down the line Where I don't see you, need you, in my life You're wrapped around me Your memories bound me like a chain That ole picture frame keeps hangin' round I ain't ready yet to take it down

Will you sing us a song And we'll sing it back to you We could sing our own But what would it be without you I am finding out that maybe I was wrong That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone Stay with me This is what I need please I am nothing now

I can't live it down I've been called a rambler 'Cause I keep my eyes on that horizon line And I've been called a gambler 'Cause I always wanna let my winnings ride I've been broke more times than I can count I've been stuck for days in a lonely town

What up, Blood? (What?) We don't play that What up, Cuz? (What?) What up, gangsta? We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around G-Unit (Bo!) We in here (Bo!) We can get the drama popping, we don't care (Bo! bo! bo!) It's going down (Bo!) 'Cause I'm

Thousands of cars and a million guitars Screaming with power in the air We've found the place where the decibels race This army of rock will be there To ram it down, ram it down Straight through the heart of this town Ram it down, ram it down Razing the