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Rag N Bone Man

It s tough these days

You were knocking on the door
They re looking at you through the peeper
You say you don t love them
they say they don t love you either
You say you don t care, you re lying through your teeth-a
You re cut deep down and the wound is getting deeper
You re getting kinda hungry looking like a Wiz Khalifa
The roads are getting cold
and now you re gonna catch a fever
Penny for your thoughts
that s because the door s staying closed
And your memories are getting no cheaper
Family first, but you re not a believer
It s been a nightmare for this daydreamer
They ve done you dirty and it s getting no cleaner
Cause even though you re hurt
they re calling it a misdemeanour

Young boy run, run
They re tryna keep you in the slums, slums
Young boy run, run
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself
Young boy run, run
They re tryna keep you in the slums, slums
Young boy run, run
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself

Panic sets in, you realise that you re standing there alone
You pick your bags up and you re running for the stairway
Adrenaline running from your head into your toes
Because you know that people they escape rarely
What s sin when you re sinning only to survive
You re getting by but you re just getting by barely
You re stumbling, telling them
that they don t know the struggle
They don t understand that struggle can be scary
Bottom of the stairs you run out the fire exit
Backstreet-boy, you don t wanna get arrested
Running through the city s got this young boy breathless
And he better be careful
cause they ll eat him for breakfast

Young boy run, run
They re tryna keep you in the slums, slums
Young boy run, run
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself
Young boy run, run
They re tryna keep you in the slums, slums
Young boy run, run
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself

You catch your reflection in the window of a building
He can hear the giggling of children
They walk past, but they never help him
What he s seen in the window, he coulda killed him
Young boy run
That young boy should have ran
Should have ran as fast as he can
He s looking at himself
he s no longer a young boy he s looking back at a grown man

Young boy run, run
They re tryna keep you in the slums, slums
Young boy run, run
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself
Young boy run, run
They re tryna keep you in the slums, slums
Young boy run, run
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself