| I have a Yoko Ono in bed asking for attention
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| He has been fucking for a couple of hours and I think he doesn't know my name
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| He talks to me about her and about her that about her her about her ex about her that she was a DJ
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| She only spoke (She) did it until (Six)
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| A hangover from malibu and cola
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| A fool in the sheets
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| Full of money at twenty she lives alone
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| She has the lawyer father remarried his young foreign wife
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| The crazy mother and the brother is a cocaine addict
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| There is the smell of sex in the air
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| She says her name is Ilaria
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| And I met her at a university party
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| The classic girl she always gets, never what she owes
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| Nice at night only when she drinks
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| Her eyes burn from the smoke and crying
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| Like someone who is drunk tells his life to the first one next to him
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| She talks as if she has seen the world
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| Like someone who lacks nothing
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| Equally she hit rock bottom
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| Maybe that's just my impression
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| Or all of this I have already seen and experienced
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| I could stop time and forget everything I know
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| It is always you inside a thousand déjà vu
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| Mo ends at dawn you will never see me again
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| I could stop time and forget everything I know
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| I'm thinking of words that can hurt you
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| I have a Yoko Ono in the tragedy red hair bed
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| I stay with the lights out and it seems to me to make my chair
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| This is called Carla does not speak
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| She gives it away first
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| She drinks sangria she is Spanish and studies psychology
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| Her eyes are lost in the void I notice the wall full of photos
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| Smoke a bang before "te quiero" and tomorrow you are worth zero
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| I write in a realistic mood as soon as I lose sight of you
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| Sorry bitch but my pen is male chauvinist
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| I'm in the circle of fire as Johnny sang
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| But it doesn't last long a night and I look at you while you sleep
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| Wait for my return I run away deformed
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| It all ends at dawn I only live for one day
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| As if the world ended after my bed
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| Like a look that stops time
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| Take a picture at the perfect moment
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| I take the rest of my things
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| I won't wake you up, all I know, my quirks
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| It's my way of being weird
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| It is not compatible with the human being
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| Maybe that's just my impression
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| Or all of this I have already seen and experienced
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| I could stop time and forget everything I know
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| It is always you inside a thousand déjà vu
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| Mo ends at dawn you will never see me again
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| I could stop time and forget everything I know
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| I'm thinking of words that can hurt you
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| I have a Yoko Ono on the bed
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| Her Her arm her on my chest
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| Her name Gloria her her name, the worst slut in history
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| Heavy black eye liner makeup
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| Eyes of tiger has a geyser-shaped butt
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| You know for me it makes up for the fact that she has Liv Tyler's face
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| The walks, quietly, watching the steps
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| He loved my silence, he thought I was listening to him
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| Deep blue eyes like the poison I spit
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| My pleasure of not having met you
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| The pleasure is all mine not to have known you
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| In conclusion
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| I could stop time and forget everything I know
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| It is always you inside a thousand déjà vu
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| Mo ends at dawn you will never see me again
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| I could stop time and forget everything I know
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| I'm thinking of words that can hurt you |