Morcheeba

Skye :
Locked in a cell for your very last breath
How can it be that,
This is your death
Something is stirring, way underneath
As people ignite the last burning wreath
Friction is turning to fire
Friction is burning much higher
Men in high places
Can't understand
How to end trouble in this broken land
They have no idea and no feelings for love
Just send in the dogs and they stand well above
Friction is turning to fire
Friction is burning much higher
Spikey-T :
Them say me bringing the naughty dread
So now I fight for me life
Can't feel me ????
Now can't feel me wife
Me a feature until you leave unpleased because
Try my call me and beg me ???
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