Sam Fender – Tv Dinner (Guitar)

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Hypothesise a hero's rise and teach them all to then despise

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It is our way to make a king, romanticise how they begin

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Fetishise their struggling while all the while, they're suffering

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In every worming memory of what they truly are

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The rigmarole, the tortured soul, the constant spin

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The merry-go-roundhouse kick into the face, sheer loss of private space

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The moths, the snakes, thе tiny waist-coat tail riders suck the grace

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And littlе colour out my face, the cancer in a padlock case

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No one gets     into  my  space

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No one gets     into  my  space

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The market before anything, the darkest days are yet to sing

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Like Winehouse, she was just a bairn

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They love her now but bled her then

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They reared me as a class clown, Grass-fed little cash cow

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I cashed out, headed hellbound

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And now they point and laugh

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And No one gets     into  my  space

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No one gets     into  my  space

     A
Am I up to this?

     B
Am I up to this?

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Am I up to this?

A             B
  No one gets in

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I'll sell my story when it's true, I'll paint a pretty pic of you

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I'll walk amongst the ones who walk and talk when I am born

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I'm in the embryonic state, on borrowed time, I clean my plate

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With a TV dinner, I spectate, the fucks all gesticulate

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The chip on shoulder pulsates, my hatred, it mutates

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Posh cunt had me irate, he said, "We're all the same"

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Are you wild? Do you have enemies? A start with no amenities?

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A mark that bleeds a legacy?

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A spark without tuition fee?

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A darkness that they envy? They frenzy to befriend me

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But I kna ye, you'll sell me

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You'll sell me, you'll kill me

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No one gets     into  my  space

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And No one gets     into  my  space

     A
Am I up to this?

     B
Am I up to this?

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Am I up to this?

     A
Am I up to this?

     B
Am I up to this?

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Am I up to this?

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  No one gets into my space