| Who draws that line in the sand?
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| I’ve been waiting on a four leaf clover
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| to fall into place where my dominoes stack
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| because I want to maintain is why I’ll never go back
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| I can never be any less, hoping left my penny-less
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| nevertheless I got a better retention when I weighed what I fed to the sharks I
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| could never invest because it ripped me apart for the world to admire,
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| never could have pictured me with me head on a skewer, no shame,
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| the old die wisely
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| used to have a circle of trust, now I have fewer
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| c’est la vie, I tip my cap to the life that won’t return
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| and bask in my glory whilst I cherish what I know I’ve earnt
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| This is how we live our life
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| This is how we live our life
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| Ay… sé que ya no tengo una vida entera
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| guay, quiero aprovechar el tiempo que me queda
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| vais a tener que oír mi voz diciendo que la
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| vida puede ser maravillosa, venga
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| saca la sonrisa, deja las preocupaciones fuera
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| no puedo controlar todo lo que sale mal, pero
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| cuando me ves llegar sabes que no tengo miedo
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| que sufro, que lucho, y por mucho que pase
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| yo soy positivo en la base (Aitor)
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| deja de quejarte y busca ya las soluciones
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| sé que si te lo propones llegará ese desenlace que soñaste
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| y podrás decir…
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| This is how we live our life
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| This is how we live our life
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| Why treat this life like a disciple? |
| be a sheep herder
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| raise the bar, live life in harmony, beg my pardon, take the means further,
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| we’re all journalists, inferno pits when change strikes us
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| let’s set examples so generations after want to be like us
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| No quiero ser un lastre para mí mismo, no quiero ser amante del cinismo,
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| tengo una lista de pecados que he debido repasar, mucho tiempo atrás,
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| pero ya da igual, te presento
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| una versión de mí completamente mejorada, cuando miro hacia el pasado nace otra
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| carcajada, ahora estoy enamorado de la vida y para nada vas a poder apagar toda
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| mi llama, jamás
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| Blissful, As a penny rolling over a speed-bump,
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| I’m as wishful, as the roots to a loosened tree stump,
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| it’s been refined and converted into a well,
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| for those who roll on through their journeys with their lives to sell.
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| and as they slowly glide towards their destinations,
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| pennies dream of being heroes in the roots of broken nations,
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| there may be twists and turns and lessons learned but we can
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| twist the legs of those with pennies for a wish and kiss our kicks and burns
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| goodbye!
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| This is how we live our life
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| whoa whoa whoa
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| This is how we live our life |