| I wish I had never learned to cook in my life
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| One silly miss and your mind goes blank
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| Anyway, my heart is beating
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| Sometimes it throbs like it's tons heavy
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| Seriously, I feel like I'm not worth a ray of sunshine
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| I was a nobody plus, I was never like Icarus
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| And I won't see mom again until I have to fly towards the sky
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| I thought I was at peace and heard enough I'm dying
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| But damn it, Chakuza does a U-turn towards earth again
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| I never get lucky how crazy I want to be successful
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| I'm proud and I'm full but never get crushed by the bullion
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| But my fate hit as if it wanted to torture me
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| But if I fall out of the clouds, your whole people will have their turn too
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| Should I laugh at some point without forcing myself to do so
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| Then let it rip, because then the future will make sense to me again
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| Then it's good I can enjoy it it can rain a thousand times more
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| And my blood can flow again from the dam of my skull
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| A wish should never rest around your dreams
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| In this end they all come true
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| Yesterday was dark but I'm alive, I make a step into the
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| Light
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| A wish should never rest, don't write your dreams in the sand
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| They all come true
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| I wish I had rapped all my life
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| Without money but finally the pressure in the skull slowly goes away
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| Someone blessed and gifted me at some point
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| Directed to my girls I get tears when I think about it
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| I finally see color again that wasn't there for a long time
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| I stood there doing nothing as if I were a color-blind painter
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| After three years where everything was black, my status has increased
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| And your so-called stars are all clueless and stupid
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| I'm an uncrowned king but fine I can take it
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| Personally, I am a man and you are the sons of two monkeys
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| Everyone thought that Chak's star burned up and burned up
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| But whoever pushes me under water will scald their hand
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| I am now emperor of my country, I give bread, wine and circuses
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| The Linzer now shows the Berliners the red, white, red love
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| We've fought wars long enough, the white flags are waving again
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| Even in times of crisis, my eagle soars like a glider |