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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

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