Dark Days

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The truth was sold, that's where the trail goes cold
 My shoulders shudder at the thought
 Of puffing my chest out as I walk home alone
 Under the arches, there's this bloke
 With a carboot full of stolen phones
 Knock-off cologne and mink carcasses
 "They're mint condition from Selfridges, mate"
 I see arsonists with business rates
 Sketched on the back of empty matchboxes and
 Police offers getting their truncheons polished off in the bushes
 Wondering what all the fuss is about and what I'm looking at
 But if looks could kill, my vacant gaze wouldn't even pierce the skin
 I'm not lazy, I mean it's just something I've no interested in, mate
 Least when I meet my maker, then I'll embrace all my mistakes
 As I descend into the bowels of hell with a shit-eating grin on my face
 Dark days
 It's a neverending cycle of abuse
 Dark days
 I have the blues and I can't shake them loose
 Dark days
 I have the blues and I can't shake them loose
 Dark days
 It's a neverending cycle of abuse
 Was skeptic to how the media had depicted ya
 Though getting to know ya better, we clicked and so we stuck together
 Turning the corner of the burning cenotaph when those copper's clocked us
 Stopped us and shook us up and down
 With no grounds to and no due process
 They started discussin' whether to let us off for doing nothin' or
 Maybe pop us for looking like we might be hiding something
 But then the radio buzzed in
 "They caught carboot man with the lot"
 Thank fuck I bought you enough time not to get shot
 Dark days
 It's a neverending cycle of abuse
 Dark days
 I have the blues and I can't shake them loose
 Dark days
 I have the blues and I can't shake them loose
 Dark days
 It's a neverending cycle of abuse
 Dark days
 It's a neverending cycle of abuse
 Dark days
 I have the blues and I can't shake them loose
 Dark days
 I have the blues and I can't shake them loose
 Dark days
 It's a neverending cycle of abuse
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 My best ideas are borrowed, but they're never half-baked
 They're hard to swallow, I'm an acquired taste
 And if you wanna climb the ladder of success on judgement day
 Take my advice and reinvent the real completely
 Believe me
 Dark days
 Dark days
 Dark days
 Dark days
 

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Duration
03:05
Key
4
Tempo
130 BPM

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