People walk past you. Everything is funny in the old days
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He still has children, all souls and bodies
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They make a buck with his words, ha ha
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I'm losing everything tonight, I'm thinking
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They want to be familiar with you
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You are in the world from morning till night
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Wars and fights, verdicts and divorces
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In trouble Sam Sam Beck lawyers
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Everyone wants to take your word for it
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Remove the crow's eye from the cassette
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The dark half is prevailing
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It is getting fuller, half empty
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Even, it does not have the heat of before and the sun
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What is the truth of your grief?
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Moments pass by your gaze
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You write every night according to your mood
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With a spirit that can not sleep in bed
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At night you do not see the hint of the stars
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I can open my heart and open my mind
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In any case, I think
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I feel this is all my last breath
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The last time I remove the wings from this cage
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Motivation is separate from sense
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It is made of the smoke of this city of God
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But I fought even though I was not a black uncle
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Rosa is still with this papaya
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Money comes and goes
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You should not greedily pocket too much
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You should not dwell on something that does not last, perhaps
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An atmosphere of knowledge comes to you, brother
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Learn that you are the law
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You try to calm the dollar
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People pass by you
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They read your words from your eyes |