And lighting stars in the dark
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It will open balconies, it will break crepe
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And will he play songs, in your loneliness?*
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You nail me twenty, twenty I rise
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For the times you don't nod and I need it
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You tell me to leave the banquet and the myth is already written
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And until you start a drop to infinity and work up an appetite...
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I keep the corpse, keep the crime
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I recite it to you, every time you shut up while I scream
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From where I am, where I give them I take them
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where you hurt them
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My eyes are my weather proof right above
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For you the bread, I take it out of my mouth, drink crazy, eat
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Before the sun rises and a snail appears
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From the occult, neither surrender nor worship you
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That when the circus came to town we were already adults...
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Discarded is the pardon letter
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I a lizard in the desert, not an expert in making bulk
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By the way, mystery solved
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The dog didn't know how to play dead, it wags its tail, I'm back
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I let you loose the world, it's yours
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The moon is mine when I howl
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If the sun goes out, I'll take your place
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With the energy that the rest spends in pride
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Yeah, it's morning and I still don't know who I'm running from
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Luckily I flow when the river cries for me
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And what's yours is mine, not only the cold I intuit
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I go with the Ganjah, they have their sea, I throw myself on the plank
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do you want to play? |
ask for revenge, I speak on the court
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After the avalanche towards your mouth
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I keep the stone, less gives a rock
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It's not the choice of flower color that's up for debate
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That is watering a pussy crater, go nonsense
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I'm not right, yes a heart that beats
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You ask a thief to give me away? |
take care of the tie
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Fuck it's gonna be, kick up and run
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Defending is useless, there is no time to lose
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And it is by character
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If I feel alone and at the opposite pole
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Of what the rest follows, of what rules the world
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The luxury of the jungle roars in the deep, it's a lion
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Tourism among the ashes in which I sink my vision
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Monarchs digging in the coal
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clean my mouth? |
nor with puffs of soap
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Go summoning your legion for combat
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That I come for the check with the rook and the pawn
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"shalom" new day, "shalom" from the kitchen to the living room
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And a curtain of light in my room
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He sings a song knocking on my door, he wakes up
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And not how God commands, for sure
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Lavender aromas in the bubble
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Seeing myself sweeping with the broom that bewitches me
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From your vase to mine there is a trip to yesterday, woman
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Break the compass, let the needle creak, give it the atmosphere...
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And I light that candle for you, I raise it for you
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And I bite that meat, I stew it for you
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Better improvise...
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And that peace, I smoke it, I affirm it to you
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I confirm the promise that I do not keep…
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Hey, make an appointment, you're getting into my point of view
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I'm crossing off the list, I've already been on this list
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You have returned? |
I haven't solved the equation yet
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At least if you don't go up I'll wipe the clouds off the plane
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What a ruckus! |
Pause and applause for the pilot
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Terrified landed on a lotus flower
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How to fly with a broken engine?
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He learned from the craziest bird...
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Let me sing and I promise you
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All the letters of my alphabet
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Not the end of Juliet Capulet
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take my amulet
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Ambulante, for the remaining distance
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If it is an ambulance, it goes without anyone at the wheel
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With the passion of a wandering Greek
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Which one do you want me to choose?
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The hell ahead, or the one before?
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Before the savannah caravan of upside-down elephants that
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Looking at our soul we forget our feet
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And there are already three times that he denies, the kisses that don't come
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Run up it takes off, I was entertained, I was out
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Everything is forgotten, am I already in orbit for life?
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Why a bitten apple not see the way out?
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What gravity do I give to the landscape, if I go without direction or luggage
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What a way to go on a trip…
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I'm going to find what's inside
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And I didn't bring a map or a ticket to the wild road
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Yes an image, for each petal that I pluck
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Dejected lying on a bench
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I have convinced myself crazy, and I have been meanwhile
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One among many, whether he loves me or not, I sing to him...
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And it is a synergy without energy
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Fade me amuses you, pour me bleach
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She told me "run, run" and she didn't correct me
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When I came early to my elegy
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I was elegy, they are rituals of heresy
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Like postcards from the southern cone
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I recognize your calligraphy and your attitude
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And it's not mine, what a cross...
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By the light I'd say it's already noon
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But, Santa Maria, dock me in this bay
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At least
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In case I arrive any day and find it full
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This emptiness with which we are born is so cruel...
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So own that it seems alien to me
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The bad thing is that it seems good when I'm inspired and without brakes
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It hurts and it's not usually a goldfinch
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But, as long as there is a bird flying over the lemon tree
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There is no better way to whistle at life and time
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And my Wu-Tank Blancs will agree…
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When I no longer encourage
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Silently, it will come to you
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and like oblivion
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He will have already defeated you
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will you tell him dear
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Just like me...* |