| Don't hate me hate what I say
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| why? |
| all the shit I've done makes me rich
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| Italian from the beautiful country pulls but never pulls at the end of the month
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| and at Christmas she goes shopping with the tool
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| the sluts on the street are no longer there?
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| did they offend the president and his youth about him?
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| then comes out a tit in the protected band and fr?
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| I find them dressed the same on his TV
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| ? |
| evil condemns the morality of the writer
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| they live in the church during the day and at the private club at night?
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| fill failures by making a baby
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| believe that love? |
| like in Muccino's films
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| ? |
| the weight of apathy between? |
| despair
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| in the void of people who believe in magic
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| if you have the numbers in Italy you play them in the lottery
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| the life? |
| a shit yes but life is not? |
| my.
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| Delay
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| For dinero I'm a real animal
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| a nightmare over your channel
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| I just want to shine, without a normal job and moral worth
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| for dinero I'm a real animal
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| a nightmare over your newspaper
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| I just want to shine, without a normal job and moral worth
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| Mom sorry if I do what I do, I see what I see I go home
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| a rag
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| if I speak to servants in heaven and gentlemen in hell
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| if me yes? |
| frozen blood after another winter
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| run out of money? |
| a bad dream, bingo
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| pierced hands, Jesus? |
| above Golgotha
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| she stiletto heels 12, actually ?? |
| a nun
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| sitting on 70,000 he goes at 30 per hour
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| masters, slaves, thieves guards
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| lots rolled the dice, anger at 100 degrees
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| woman equals drama, points the blade and presses
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| she wants offspring, but I scatter the seed
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| words that are too big in your mouth will suffocate you
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| I tell the side B why? |
| I live it, the fr? |
| they know
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| I am the worst but I deny everything as a good Christian
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| and c '? |
| pi? |
| taste to be Italian.
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| Delay
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| It is Italy that looks into the mirrors and lives from the past
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| like a fool who cheats the old
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| the sex of the tissue the price of the five
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| the tool for the robbery, the piece and the chain.
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| I die in a cheap hotel if I'm not on top
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| made of some rubbish that ends up in -ina
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| or do? |
| the baby food on a beach in Lima
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| by helicopter from the cathedral after the theft of the Madonna.
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| The life? |
| a whore and he wants the money first
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| then washes the guilt in a swimming pool
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| with what hypocrisy he accuses me we are not in the USA
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| fr? |
| violence is not used here.
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| Head fused, bruised soul
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| she despises she doesn't love me but while she purrs me
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| you enjoy the breaks I push the Milan on that pedal for evil
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| the national nightmare.
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| Delay
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| (Thanks to Lord Riddler for the corrections) |