Hours pass, eras, fashions
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Life goes by and you don't finish it all
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Illusions pass and dreams are forgotten
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Pass the truth, to make way for the lie
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The rivers always pass in search of the sea
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Crowds of people pass through the big city
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The clouds pass but no one sees them
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In WhatsApp messages the world is concentrated
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I dread to think: "What will happen tomorrow?"
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So I stop thinking, I better enjoy the morning
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They go from children to adults, the internet has educated them
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They are already part of the cattle
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Others pass the course and always the same speech
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A career, a good salary, put impulses aside
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Weapons and drugs pass the border
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The government traffics them but nobody here finds out. What about you?
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You're still obsessed with fucking pasta
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She without further ado buys your life at the auction
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Enough is enough, to remain nailed to a fucking screen
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That's why nobody sees anymore, nobody hears anymore, everyone is silent
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Arianna Puello, I
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With Pekeño on your neck, I
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And I'm going forward because there is no turning back
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Today the joy is stretched out to dry the tears well
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I'm not afraid, I'll go to the end
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Although the road remains in ruins, we have no choice but to walk
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And I'm going straight ahead, I'm following the compass
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Time passes by the door of my house and it will not stop
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Well, everything happens and how it comes it goes
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Well, everything happens and how it comes it goes
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They are things that happen because they have to happen to you
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We have plenty of age and time to swing you
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They are things that happen, they are truths that crush you
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(There is a train, it passes once, what do you think?)
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They are things that happen because they have to happen to you
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We have plenty of age and time to swing you
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They are things that happen, they are truths that crush you
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(There is a train, it passes once, what do you think?)
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Be-serious, speaking with criteria
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Removing the quotes from the things that happen to us by mystery
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Drunk, I go from hot to cold
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For all those who think «God, I laugh because of my nerves»
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Playing dirty like Rossi
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Mine is the composition of the verse, a kick to the coccyx
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Oxygen mate, I bring poison to give you
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I burn the song, Arianna Puello with the P part it
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Get on my train, we want you to shake
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There are things that happen once and never come back
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It happens to me that I step on the ember and I burn
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It happens to us that we lose the apartment or the house
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We need to speak out
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Beneath those black lycra robes there's only fucking morons
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We have shown that we have given more for less
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The awareness is still strong and the attitude that we can
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And I go forward because there is no mark back
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Today the joy is stretched out, to dry from the tears
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I'm not afraid nor do I care about the end
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Although the road remains in ruins, we have no choice but to walk
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And I'm going straight ahead, I'm a normal boy
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Time passes by the door of my house and it will not stop
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That everything happens and as it comes it goes
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That everything happens and as it comes it goes
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They are things that happen because they have to happen to you
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We have plenty of age and time to swing you
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They are things that happen, they are truths that crush you
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(There is a train, it passes once, what do you think?)
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They are things that happen because they have to happen to you
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We have plenty of age and time to swing you
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They are things that happen, they are truths that crush you
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(There is a train, it passes once, what do you think?) |