Chorus:
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The city will remind you hundreds of names
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And where are they all now?
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Just snippets of old conversations
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Monologues with samples from old cassettes.
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The city will remind you hundreds of names
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And where are they all now?
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Just snippets of old conversations
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Monologues with samples from old cassettes.
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Where are they all now?
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Monologues with samples from old cassettes...
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Who turned off the lights on my block?
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I'm vertical, I'm stuck in this muddy portal.
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In the gray square of mute walls, in the mind as on canvas
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He drew the alignment of events, stupidly did not know what to do.
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Between houses in the cold without a hat
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Spona became shaky, didn’t get a single step closer, kid.
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While the mongrels were barking there and their nose plus was up
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Stupidly back, wounded, without looking for plans for tomorrow.
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A jerk to the side of a painfully familiar smell
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Spirits that evaporated suddenly also suddenly.
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Like your past, like all those brothers in quotation marks,
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Like all those oaths that they said foolishly under the bull.
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Yes, don't look offended
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More often, such characters burn faster than matches.
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And when they clap right in the act, there is no one.
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All on business, serious, personal.
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Looks like it's time to punish publicly
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Yes, but what the hell, they are all the same.
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Come on, you throw them, this may not be a reason for them,
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So that when you come to get off, open the door again.
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A lot of alcohol, smoke, who turned off the lights here?
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I take risks, spontaneously breaking the rhythm.
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But why one? |
Why are there no numbers?
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Why is someone hiding the world from me behind tint?
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What did I do wrong and when?
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I rolled Vatu and the years told me: "back da f*ck up".
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And I laughed in their faces, taking it for humor
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And I didn’t really capture my youth because of the skirts.
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I was always late and there was no reason to run,
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But if you were wet nearby, I would put a little something under the umbrella.
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And I would tell you honestly to your face, and I wouldn’t p** eat
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That, they say, the whole syllable was not addressed to you.
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Chorus:
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The city will remind you hundreds of names
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And where are they all now?
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Just snippets of old conversations
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Monologues with samples from old cassettes.
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The city will remind you hundreds of names
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And where are they all now?
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Just snippets of old conversations
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Monologues with samples from old cassettes.
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New songs and their lyrics |