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Egerton Stephen The Seven Degrees Of Stephen Egerton

Spin out and keep up Cause I'm running now circles around you This echo's been built up So count it down The speaker's about to explode Dropping the

Never could keep a straight face Or stay in one place What am I supposed to do? Hurry up, I don't wanna wait Or be standing up straight What am I supposed

Woke up a couple hour before the sun that day His eyes were feeling heavy as he made his way Lit up a smoke, tried to shake it off An hour more and back

It's almost Christmas day and I can't find a thing I lay awake and I toss and turn Stare at the computer till my eyes burn But nothing I can find is

Hello, I can't quite hear you Airing all your personals to all ears Think you're stranger for divulging your privates For everyone to hear There's nothing

The cold wind is crying just outside these walls Standing firm and tall Through all our years It whispers warnings of a changing place When we are

The good high, the high end Fake rock & roll that brainwashed your friends The break out hometown boys breaking back in again The harm done, the outrage

You are the life and death of everything I made you that It's worth remembering That I knew you long before we met From a thousand misty dreams I can