I don't know why no one dares
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Tell me why no one dares anymore
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To do what fills them... here
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no one dares anymore
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And I don't know why nobody dares
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Tell me why no one dares anymore
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To do something decent, some music…
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And what do you think
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What do you expect from me to hear?
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I'm not one of those people who sings and doesn't think, or feel, or see, no
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I know how to do it, I express myself, the muse is my reason for being
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I only know how to create my true senses, nothing commercial
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(Chorus)
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Although there are
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There is a scene; |
there is a scene
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Who doesn't eat I count on the commercial shit
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And he doesn't base his muse on selling you nooooooo
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Only in expressing without fear of giving an opinion about what is happening and what you have
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What to change. |
Who believes in pure art and keeps it real
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(chorus)
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Well, why is there so much pop, lolly pop, pop corn...
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Pop your shirt, pop your pants
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The sugar pop, pink pop in an ice cream
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There's so much pop that I've thrown up pop
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And esnap cracker pop, heh! |
what an imagination (short!)
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With so much image and the mind no longer matters
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And who supports, I don't know?
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It's just the one who spends the whole day sitting down watching T. V
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So much pop, lolly pop, pop corn
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Pop your shirt, pop your pants
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Pop a hoax, pop really hurt me
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There is so much pop that I throw up pop, pop volcano pop
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It does not mix with (hip hop) nor with reggae, nor with jazz, nor with soul
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I don't throw myself on that side, pop sounds packaged to me!
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(its real, its real) ah ah ah ah
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Music is needed! |
Real music is needed!
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Saba dab da du dab de… saba dep, dep be dep, OH OH ah ah ahhhh
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Saba dep oh ah oh ah ah ah oh…
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Because no one wants to be anymore, no one wants to say
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Generalizing is not good but I can't stand this feeling anymore
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That there is so much good music and what is heard daily is not
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It's not worth it, it's not worth it and let that be sold
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I am embarrassed
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Let real music have to FUCK and sweat!
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While those who pose and only pose are guilty of wasting
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To show off and pretend
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It takes real music (its real!)
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Saba dab da du dab de… saba dep, dep be dep, OH OH ah ah ahhhh
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Saba dep… oh ah oh ah ah oh… (x2)
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(Chorus)
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I don't know why no one dares
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Tell me why no one dares anymore
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To do what fills them... here
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no one dares anymore
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And I don't know why nobody dares
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Tell me why nobody wants anymore
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Do something decent, some music…
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(Live)
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If you think it's a joke then take take
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I'm holding my pen in this area
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And if you look out you'll see how there's plenty
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Songs and works
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That they are worth more than what they charge
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And you better understand and learn to
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Do not support your safety in your garments
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Because if you lose everything, then what are you left with?
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If all you have is a single ornament, what a shame!
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really that
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Sad sounds like condemnation, being grounded in life is just material shit
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Nothing special can be bought
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And as the little prince says: “what is essential is invisible to the eye”
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That's why I sing a chorus, as I dispossess trying to get everything out of me
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That to which we are used to being citizen chess pieces |