You are my departed train, which I am still waiting for -
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Without leaving the platform, platform, platform.
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Completely driven by grief, hiding his eyes under the glass -
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I throw a pen into the urn, look for the password and drink rum.
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I fall into the same story with a heavy load overboard.
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I write something on the fences, and everyone says: "Forget it."
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Everyone says: Forget it. Everyone says: Forget it.
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I tear daisies for you again,
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Somewhere after the fifth glass.
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It smears strongly with smoke and mash.
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Such, at the parade - in a jacket and shirt.
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I sing serenades with a guitar under the window.
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I tear my soul, I throw you pieces for nothing.
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And you erase me like varnish with turpentine.
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You scream what I tell you, bitch, not a couple
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I'm dumping on the district,
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For you, such a nondescript ant.
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All those who have been fucked by this whining,
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During the time we stupidly smoke and drink.
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Hey, come on, stop being this rapper.
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Shout out, "Yupi Yo!" bitch, hey, "Yupi Yo!"
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Shout out, "Yupi Yo!" bitch, hey, "Yupi Yo!"
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Say that these songs are not all about her.
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Not about her.
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Let under the minimum blue on the bar
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There is a partner dancing it there.
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Dry as a herbarium; |
with a tattoo on e * ale -
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The one whom I could hardly call "guy".
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And well, okay!
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Cooled down like your latte.
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You are not where you were.
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These are all trips, other armor.
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Midnight, chillout and juicy paws.
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I am your running train, which you are still waiting for,
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Without leaving the platform, platform, platform.
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With completely gone grief, hiding his eyes under the glass -
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I throw a pen into the urn and cross the threshold.
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Fall into a forgotten story, a heavy load overboard.
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Very tired of remembering, and everyone says: "Forget it."
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Everyone says: Forget it. Everyone says: Forget it.
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Everyone says: "Forget it."
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Shout out, "Yupi Yo!" bitch, hey, "Yupi Yo!"
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Shout out, "Yupi Yo!" bitch, hey, "Yupi Yo!"
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Say that these songs are not all about her.
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Not about her. |
Not about her.
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Shout out, "Yupi Yo!" bitch, hey, "Yupi Yo!"
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Shout out, "Yupi Yo!" bitch, hey, "Yupi Yo!"
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Say that these songs are not all about her.
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Not about her. |
Not about her. |