If my voice is in your ear right now, know that the show is over
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Either reset to bass repeat or lock eyes (Shh)
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This album is a list for me, life for you, for example
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But this list will be empty, otherwise there's no self-sacrifice.
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If you ask what is it
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I have my heart in this album, divided into 16 parts
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I took the road back, this is my resentful character
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Always and always forward because my dreams
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That's the term flowing from my forehead spilling far away
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No sleep for weeks, this is my price for this love
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It's not an easy job
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My soul is locked inside and my youth is aging
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This bread and my love, my everything and me
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If you give money, respect, but you are examining, what can I say
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I'm a ship without a port, far too close
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Anyway, I've talked too much, I'm leaving, goodbye
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Morning, evening, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
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(Continue for twenty-four hours)
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I deeply embrace everyone who chooses the album
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I would like to thank everyone who contributed to us
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We are at the end of a long road, no lie and no roughness
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Of course, it was tired, it gave me a headache, but it's over, thank goodness
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I remember sometimes when I was blind
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And the times I saw the microphone more than my family
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And I always added my prayer, not just making tracks.
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It's like I've always waited for this moment
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And now the time has come, the ready songs are over
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I hope it will be liked and meet every expectation
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I hope he will cross these bridges and streams
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I hope the album gets the place it deserves soon.
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There is labor, effort, love, hysteria and age.
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Closed messages showing right and wrong
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This album is independent attention, neither leftist nor rightist
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If it is caught, it is caught and if not, thank you
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Morning, evening, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
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(Continue for twenty-four hours) |