Needles

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LYRICS


Driving down
Those tiled streets. 
Smiling softly,
Only you could see. 
Sleeping in a car
With just the stars for company...

I was lost for words, 
And it seemed like weeks. 
It felt so good to let the silence speak to me. 
We were thirsty all the time,
clothes were dirty like my mind,
We would wash them in the sea...
Just the stars for company. 

If there were medals for living 
They’d be giving us the gold. 
Retiring your jersey,
Practise your curtesy. 
The greatest story ever told. 
If there were medals for living. 

Driving down those dusty lanes,
Smiling softly through the growing pains. 
We were caked in dust 
And the hills were flaked with rust,
We were waiting for the rains. 

It was you and me against the world
And what a place to be. 
The birds flew overhead,
The sky was blushing red,
Skimming stones out on the sea...
Just the stars for company. 

If there were medals for living 
They’d be giving us the gold. 
Retiring your jersey,
Practise your curtesy. 
The greatest story ever told. 
If there were medals for living.

I just be livin' my life,
But won’t get medals for that,
They won’t gimme my stripes,
I’ll have to get them all back myself,
Kick back, slackin', I ain’t into all that,
Take note to what I print on the pad,
I got my whole team on my back,
Like Zlatan did at Inter Milan,
See, I don’t ever think that I can,
'Cause I know it and I’ll show it,
Roll it and I blow it like that,
I know they wanna talk behind backs,
But I just wanna live life,
Doing nothing won’t work,
But taking risks might,
Couple hours sleep for like 6 nights,
That’s why my eyes are looking this tired,
But I won’t stop,
Keeping going till I reach the top,
Keep going till I reach the drop,
Dog you wanna preach to us, 
When my guys are tryna make it,
Kick the door in till our feet go numb.
Recording tilI hear no drum.

If there were medals for living 
They’d be giving us the gold. 
Retiring your jersey,
Practise your curtesy. 
The greatest story ever told. 
If there were medals for living.

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