| When thoughts of one
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| Where to find a million
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| When you want to run
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| Like Henri "Papillon"
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| When did you realize
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| That this world is low
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| And you are an experimental mouse
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| Like "Algernon" Keyes
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| When your best friend ended up not being a friend - a rat
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| And this bitch opened up for you so late
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| When you understand that events like Remarque
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| In "Shadows in Paradise", in "Night in Lisbon" and in "Arc de Triomphe"
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| Were great
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| The guy from the zone is writing
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| Let the track fly
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| Through locales to Arizona
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| The sun is not visible on the horizon
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| Cloud rod
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| After checking, the men drink here chief
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| I'll make stronger coffee
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| don't care
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| Brother, there are few worthy here
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| In terms of bullshit pros
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| In my case, my mug is in full face and in profile
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| Although the bandit is a spy-fuck and a dangerous opera
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| I was wasting my time
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| Your years from life
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| Remarque became my best friend
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| And I shook the regime with him
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| He took off his thoughts pervak
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| And poured you into piles
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| The actions of reptiles and whores run like a kaleidoscope
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| I see right through you
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| Who is the devil and who is worthy
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| I will fight to the end
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| Like Paul Gascoigne in the field
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| I don't jump back and forth
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| How exchange rates for bitcoin
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| Brazilian next to the end
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| Brother, be calm
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| When thoughts of one
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| Where to find a million
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| When you want to run
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| Like Henri "Papillon"
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| When did you realize
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| That this world is low
|
| And you are an experimental mouse
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| Like "Algernon" Keyes
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| When your best friend ended up not being a friend - a rat
|
| And this bitch opened up for you so late
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| When you understand that events like Remarque
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| In "Shadows in Paradise", in "Night in Lisbon" and in "Arc de Triomphe"
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| Line by line
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| Brother twisted firmly
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| For you to get high
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| Between the houses heap block
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| Our music and tastes, brother
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| Transparent like blockchain
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| Finally we are back
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| And you know whose year this is
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| From the experience from the soul oozes gas
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| I get high with the microphone
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| Among a thousand eyes
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| It comes like a typhoon from the speakers
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| It's about the beatlo
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| The end of the love story of those who inject methadone into the hollow
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| And the cop is a scumbag, fucker
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| They have not an ounce of honor
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| How Manchester won the league in 1999
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| We take our own and draw the boundaries of the territories
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| Priper cocky, bitch, tore you, damn
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| I didn't force rap on anyone
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| My rap is king, not lanky jack
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| People are ready for anything
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| To eat meat for lunch
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| Strong brotherhood is their medicine
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| From mass troubles
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| Hey
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| When thoughts of one
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| Where to find a million
|
| When you want to run
|
| Like Henri "Papillon"
|
| When did you realize
|
| That this world is low
|
| And you are an experimental mouse
|
| Like "Algernon" Keyes
|
| When your best friend ended up not being a friend - a rat
|
| And this bitch opened up for you so late
|
| When you understand that events like Remarque
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| In "Shadows in Paradise", in "Night in Lisbon" and in "Arc de Triomphe" |