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Emeli Sandé
Emeli Sandé
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Ishi
Ishi
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Peter Kelleher
Peter Kelleher
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Stephen Manderson
Stephen Manderson
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Jules Buckley
Jules Buckley
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The Heritage Orchestra
The Heritage Orchestra
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Tom Barnes
Tom Barnes
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Chris Shooroi
Chris Shooroi
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Ben Kohn
Ben Kohn
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Peter Kelleher
Peter Kelleher
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Stephen Manderson
Stephen Manderson
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Tom Barnes
Tom Barnes
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Iain James
Iain James
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Ben Kohn
Ben Kohn
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Jules Buckley
Jules Buckley
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Ishi
Ishi
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TMS
TMS
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Alex 'Cores' Hayes
Alex 'Cores' Hayes
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Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
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Adrien "Chocolate" Crapanzano
Adrien "Chocolate" Crapanzano
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Andrew Dudman
Andrew Dudman
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Chris Athens
Chris Athens
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I wanna sing, I wanna shout I wanna scream 'til the words dry out So put it in all of the papers, I'm not afraid They can read all about it, read all about it, oh Nothing to hide, stifle or smother Suffered and cried, strife made me tougher Never mumbled or shy to trouble I rise above all Expectations forget rep Ain't never begged yet When I wanted to get pence hustle To be I am exactly what my neck says That sket said I tried to cash in on my Dad's death I wanted to vent but I never said fuck all After all you were never kin to me Family is something that you never been to me In fact making it harder for me to see my father Was the only thing that you ever did for me I wanna sing, I wanna shout I wanna scream 'til the words dry out So put it in all of the papers, I'm not afraid They can read all about it, read all about it, oh (Dear Dad) As a kid I looked up to you Only thing was I never saw enough of you The last thing I said to you was I hated you I loved you and now it's too late to say to you Just didn't know what to do and how to deal with it Even now deep down I'm still livid To think I used to blame me I wonder what I did to you to make you hate me I wasn't even five, life's a journey and mine wasn't an easy ride You never even got to see me rhyme I just wish you woulda reached out I wish you would have been 'round when I been down I wish that you could see me now Wherever you are I really hope you found peace But know that if I ever have kids Unlike you I'll never let them be without me I wanna sing, I wanna shout I wanna scream 'til the words dry out So put it in all of the papers, I'm not afraid They can read all about it, read all about it, oh I write songs I can't listen to Everything I have to give to you And every one of these lines I sing to you My job's more like public service My life just became yours to read and interpret If you heard it and come across a lot different at times I throw fits when I read how they word things You see me smile Now you're gonna have to see me hurting 'Cause pretending everything is all right When it ain't, really isn't working I wanna sing, I wanna shout I wanna scream 'til the words dry out So put it in all of the papers, I'm not afraid They can read all about it, read all about it, oh I ain't censoring myself for nobody I'm the only thing I can be All that is good, all that is bad, all that is, me I wanna sing, I wanna shout I wanna scream 'til the words dry out So put it in all of the papers, I'm not afraid They can read all about it, read all about it, oh
Writer(s): Stephen Manderson, Iain James, Tom Barnes, Peter Kelleher, Ben Kohn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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