| I represent only myself because this is what I am
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| If I'm wrong, I forgive myself
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| Before being MC be a man I repeat myself
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| He takes 1000 steps back and the result
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| It's just that I don't feel like I've arrived at all
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| In fact, I'm also fine eating leftovers from the
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| Satisfied masters and I take space if they give me them
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| Otherwise I'll let them fuck them
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| I hate fighting, what are you going to do with it? |
| It is character
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| Hitting your head against doors is my forte
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| I am the rooster to pluck for those who cheat on cards
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| Court jester put to death and then saved from a chance
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| I would leave the music but this bitch makes me advances
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| And I can't resist, I feed myself to the language I chew
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| I invest in texts that I dress in rags and reduce myself to the pavement
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| In the head a mystical reminder, an Indian poem
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| Who takes me by the hand and says to me: "Let's go!"
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| If they don't answer your call, walk alone, walk alone
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| If they don't answer your call, walk alone, walk alone
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| I hate hatred but I've seen it come out
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| From the eyes of some interlocutors
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| They have motives of their own and their looks are like sheets of ice
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| They will gradually melt in the fire of what I do
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| If the grudge remains honestly, I have nothing left to do
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| Than to raise your heels and go, take away
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| Cradle me in the warmth of every hand that has held mine
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| Having God as a therapy
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| It will be myopia but I find it hard to frame the right path
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| I want you for company
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| Take me to the mercy of the people, where there is love
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| I'll be there too, I'll give you my place
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| It is not to win that I live but to burn
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| So if I have to lose, let me lose and I will have lost
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| Aware that I am neither worse nor better than anyone
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| As long as I'm different
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| If they don't answer your call, walk alone, walk alone
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| If they don't answer your call, walk alone, walk alone
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| If I find myself on the anvil, under a hammer of loneliness
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| Blow for blow like an octopus on a rock I die, but I'll get used to it.
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| If you don't know, I started as a joke
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| Like a child motionless in a car with his hands on the steering wheel towards new ones
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| horizons, above and below the bridges
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| In front of ready meals, paid by checks made up of balances and discounts
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| Among kings, queens and foot soldiers I sought clemency
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| But I don't go on vacation before leaving a testimony
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| Of what I am
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| With my many names, contradictions
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| I belong to a strange scene, that of human beings
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| I believe in the merits that I conquer, I believe in Christ because I have seen him
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| I believe in the risk of misunderstanding, I believe in people
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| In consolation, in my devotion, in every peaceful action
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| I hate the hatred that branches out, the cash that amplifies it
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| I sing my Magnificat like a madman at sea and mountains
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| Ignorant and cultured, hoping that someone will listen
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| If they don't answer your call, walk alone, walk alone
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| If they don't answer your call, walk alone, walk alone
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| If they don't answer your call, walk alone, walk alone
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| If they don't answer your call, walk alone, walk alone |