I have a ticket to Palermo
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No return date, no money
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I want the whole world to be mine
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But here there is already too much ego
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I catch another flight
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Direct to
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Helsinki
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Without a coat and without my chococrispis
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Nobody understands me and I just want a piti
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I can't find my stuffed animal, I'm in crisis
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So much atmosphere so much whiskey
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They took me by bike to
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berlin
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I don't even know very well how I got here,
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Between delusions of grandeur I learned
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That for my companions before me
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(laughs)
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Because of the laughs I finished
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in Denver
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Falling in love with who doesn't suit me
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Because there are crazy things for love that sometimes hurt
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A little, I love you and I hate you
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But
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For you this fool
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He would move to Stockholm
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Party, Revelry
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fill my soul
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of love and silver
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I go where I need
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away from my mamma
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Don't worry if they attack me
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Because my heart
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Wear bulletproof vest
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Party, Jarana!
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I'm careful
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Beautiful bye, beautiful bye, beautiful bye bye,
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what happened
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That now I trust no one
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I leave no trace and I leave
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To cover myself and love you
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From Tokyo to Rio
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Today I woke up in Lisbon
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I don't know what I'm wearing I'll buy some clothes
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Life changes in a second, an hour
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If the enemy provokes you
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Get out of Europe
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Bogota (ratata)
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If you insist, I'll tell you the truth, ratata
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I came to look for some tin pa,
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To weld us and not separate us anymore
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Ma-ma-more
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Not even in Moscow
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I want to lose you
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I want to be where you are
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I don't know if you understand
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That if one day you turn off the light
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I promise to always be your pride and gratitude
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From east to west, from north to south
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in Nairobi
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Controlling the money well
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The matriarchy begins sorry not sorry
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Taste death running from the cops
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Now I value my life more and I never pick up my mobile
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Party, Revelry
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fill my soul
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of love and silver
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I go where I need
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away from my mamma
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Don't worry if they attack me
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Because my heart
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Wear bulletproof vest
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Party, Jarana!
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I'm careful
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Beautiful bye, beautiful bye, beautiful bye bye,
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what happened
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That now I trust no one
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I leave no trace and I leave
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To cover myself and love you
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From Tokyo to Rio
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Boom, boom, bye
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Fighting for your rights in Mani-la
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What happened in Oslo will not be forgotten
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Not even Marseille in the second row
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after so many turns
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The teacher asks me to come back
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That the plan still has left
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Learn from Dalí, learn more from you
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Or rob a bank in the center of Madrid
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Party, Jarana!
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I'm careful
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Beautiful bye, beautiful bye, beautiful bye bye, what happened
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That now I trust no one
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I leave no trace and I leave
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To cover myself and love you
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From Tokyo to Rio |