| Lisa has her mom's eyes, the eyes of drama
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| Of the heart-pounding, she dreams of a calm life
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| Lisa runs away at night, she softly closes the doors
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| Her father drinks, Lisa has blue eyes from the barrel
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| Lisa grew up on the street along with the other ragas
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| She fucks, but she doesn't love it and only strips for whoever she pays for
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| She only trusts money, she doesn't have her hair tied up
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| Under the signs of those who know the hard way
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| Lisa helps herself by hopping amidst the missteps
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| You know the ways of doing and the ways of doing
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| Lisa dances with the devil a slow like a princess
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| Lisa wakes up and wants to get a shot in the head
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| Choose the strongest desire you think
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| Then run away Lisa, run as fast as you can
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| Shake the world off, fuck the problems and tears
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| Lisa, run as fast as you can and make them cry for you
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| Today you can turn off your phone
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| Even if you shout, others don't hear you
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| Your best friend is over the table
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| I dedicate this devil's music to you
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| Lisa, Lisa, Lisa
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| Crush the problems with visa, visa, visa
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| My Lisa makes life and the best part is that she says it
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| She is not like the others, she does not pretend to be an actress
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| I respect her, there's a scar in her heart
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| Her brother died under a machine gun
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| I drink Traminer, I eat ceviche, as befits a boss
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| Love, you are so high that now you have to change your nostril
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| Lying next to her, I smoke Grace's weed
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| I reviewed Scarface on DVD twenty-five times
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| I'm that guy on the precipice
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| Together we talk about the vice and what we will do on the day of judgment
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| You are a queen like Nefertiti
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| I called her friends to get the guys you tell me to pay
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| Many hate me but it's a strong feeling anyway
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| I wanted to tell you that to me you are not just anyone
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| I am immersed in the tub with underwater music
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| You take it all and run, you take it all and run
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| Today you can turn off your phone
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| Even if you shout, others don't hear you
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| Your best friend is over the table
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| I dedicate this devil's music to you
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| Lisa, Lisa, Lisa
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| Crush the problems with visa, visa, visa
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| Lisa is looking down
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| Lisa has blue eyes
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| She writes' is life on her skin like her tattoos
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| Lisa is looking down
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| Lisa has blue eyes
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| Lisa promises herself, it won't happen again
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| Lisa is looking down
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| Lisa has blue eyes
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| He writes' this life on the skin like his tattoos
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| Lisa is looking down
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| Lisa has blue eyes
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| Lisa promises herself, it won't happen again |