| But how many polite singers, these speakers!
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| You say, do you like me not pay taxes?
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| Come on, do you really denounce the shovelfuls of money you do?
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| You seem better than a friar to the masses
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| And if so, hats off
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| Top of the class, why am I missing the roll?
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| The teachers and the janitor think I'm a rookie
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| They tie my hands but I write with the bird!
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| If I talk about bullshit everyone says how nice
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| If I make a controversy, I am slaughterhouse meat
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| For heaven's sake, banalities are much better
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| Talking about emotions, is this the motto? |
| ** Prrr **
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| Such as? |
| Don't you find the bang emotional?
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| If you wait a second I propose it from here below ** Prrr **
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| I don't give a damn about poetry
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| I myself was born to a broken condom
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| (Oh bitch, damn)
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| For 7 for 8 biscuit
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| This is why I follow the law of the nettle
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| That every day incites me
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| When I write down the text, what do you want me to tell you
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| There is no taste if it does not irritate
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| This is why I follow the law of the nettle
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| That every day incites me
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| When I write down the text, what do you want me to tell you
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| There is no taste if it does not irritate
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| Talk about love, sir
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| Of the love that does not die
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| But you don't conclude a bond, your ladies call you infamous
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| For you they become nuns
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| You don't recognize the offspring
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| Feed it like a good shepherd
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| Instead of shooting arrows at the heart
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| To fuck you all the copyrights
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| But what is love? |
| But what is love?
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| It is a concept that means everything and nothing
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| From the foregone love of the man in love
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| To love in a broad sense for people
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| Dear teacher, you can hear him lying
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| She is the lover who wants to be a student
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| His dinghy makes more water than hers than an incontinent
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| For those who love to be pungent
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| This is why I follow the law of the nettle
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| That every day incites me
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| When I write down the text, what do you want me to tell you
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| There is no taste if it does not irritate
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| This is why I follow the law of the nettle
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| That every day incites me
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| When I write down the text, what do you want me to tell you
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| There is no taste if it does not irritate
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| I like who is out of place, who cripples what he plays
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| The singer with the good voice goes to the monastery
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| In the choir of the clergy
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| Instead of parading in black in the proud gala
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| But what a charity, that is a den of gaga
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| With the paparazzo who makes you: "Look at this!"
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| But on that photo over there
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| My canary makes mountains of poop in it
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| They sing cheerful hit and run tunes
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| Built with more calculations than in Fiuggi
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| If the cow does not suckle, what are you milking?
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| What, are you pricked? |
| Not me, far from me!
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| I run away with a skid
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| If I have something to say to my beloved, I put it down
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| A-ha a-ah my beloved, love is not said, it is made
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| Here I am for the crowd
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| This is why I follow the law of nettle-a-a
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| When I write down the text, what do you want me to tell you-a-a
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| This is why I follow the law of nettle-a-a
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| When I write down the text, what do you want me to tell you-a-a
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| We work and struggle for the law of the nettle
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| Lala lalala lalala lalala lala
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| Lala lalala lalala lalala lala
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| Lala lalala lalala lalala lala
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| Lala lalala lalala lalala lala
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| Lala lalala lalala lalala lala
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| Lala lalala lalala lalala lala
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| Lala lalala lalala lalala lala
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| Lala lalala lalala lalala lala |