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Down A Level (Part II)All of these things don't happen for a reason,things just happen at the time that they do It's just the way things happen to be, they'll run into you Drop you Down A Level All of these things don't happen for a reason, things will happen at the time that they will Stop seeing signs, step up to the line Stare them in the face and Pick myself up, carry on To the place where we belong Pick myself up, carry on Sweet, sickly smell of smoke wafts through the air Telling me that time is short, time to beware Down on my knees trying not to be seen, this is nowhere I've been I am Down A Level Sweet, sickly smell of smoke fills up my lungs, blocks out the sun, signals the end of this Need to move on, this present is gone Stare you in the face and Pick myself up, carry on To the place where we belong Pick myself up, carry on Pick myself up, carry on To the place where we belong Pick myself up, carry on Pick myself up, carry on To the place where we belong Pick myself up, carry on To the place where we belong |