| I admit, that I have yielded
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| I admit, that not even in painting do I look like
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| The same, I've lost all my
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| Energy, no more nonsense
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| I recognize that I have changed
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| And that I wanted to stop feeling like a Martian
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| And now without a future, without friends, without support
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| I come back screaming, I come back screaming
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| Enough of good vibes
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| Enough of good vibes
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| Since when is everything worth it?
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| Tired of pretending and saying yes to everything
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| Temporizing with dulls and fools
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| Going cool even if I burst
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| Having to smile at so much unpresentable
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| I always hated being a straight guy
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| But I allowed them to tame the halter
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| And now I confess that I have been very lost
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| Because I know that I am nothing without my enemies
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| Enough of good vibes
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| Enough of good vibes
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| Since when is everything worth it?
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| I admit, that I hardly know
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| What I take for granted and that I have felt comfortable with
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| Flattering the petty, smirking
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| And putting on a brave face when I just felt disgust
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| I don't know how it would have ended
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| Of not having realized that I was betraying
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| What I am and what I was and I tell you
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| tell me! |
| where are my enemies?
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| Depressed and bitter, but emboldened
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| Armed with the burning of having been a great loser
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| I dust off what little I have left of pride
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| And I come back challenging so many asshole
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| Slaps, insults and obscene gestures
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| Those are the weapons that I missed so much
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| And now I admit that I've been well screwed
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| Because I know that I am nobody without my enemies
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| Enough of good vibes
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| Enough of good vibes
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| Since when is everything worth it? |