| I write what is obvious, and the burden comes apart
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| Don't create a world of your own where you can't launch
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| Walking blindly it is difficult to escape
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| Because you see that you never arrive when you play to find yourself
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| I'm not an expert, but I can teach you
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| How fucked up it becomes to smile alone in a park
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| With no one by your side who's willing to listen to you
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| Because those who were, decided to destroy you
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| I broke my back, but I don't think it matters anymore
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| And I picked up my parts as I lost the north
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| I stopped trusting myself, it was no longer art
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| I lowered the bar to the ground to step on my banner
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| Don't ask me, because I still don't know how to answer you
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| While I'm still looking for seven stories to tell you
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| Do not look for answers that in life I will be able to give you
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| 'Cause I'm the answer you should be asking yourself
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| My soul flew, and left me anywhere
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| My head on Babia, labia on Mars
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| I live a Sunday that tastes more like a Tuesday
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| Month after month I loved my table more than I could love myself
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| And how are you going to be happy being unable to love yourself?
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| They tell you that you are unique, and you do not know how to distinguish yourself
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| How are you going to smile, if you intend to harm yourself?
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| And when they say to stay, you think the way to go
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| If you do everything like this, you only manage to deceive yourself
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| This deaf-mute world does everything to change you
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| Languages that are not worth only know how to despise you
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| Minds that obfuscate you only seek to control you
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| Do not underestimate yourself for those who do not know how to appreciate you
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| Do not call friends to people who push you apart
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| If they wear masks, it is normal that they do not give you
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| If they stick daggers, it is normal that they do not comfort
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| You live in a loop, and I know it's disappointing
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| That the fear of failing manages to suggest you
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| That there are people who manage to complex you
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| And that there are no hands that heal you when they touch you
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| If I'm here, it's to remind you
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| That nobody wins anything without having lost before
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| And that is the reason why you have to accept that:
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| Whatever you are, you can also be art |