My dreams and I
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two heads one body
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I need to live without being disposed of
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It's time to wake up, get up
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Grab the stars before they all recede
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It's like I'm always just me, the one who grieves
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I also had dreams, but they fell into the water
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I was very eager, I tried, I sweated for a while
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I dreamed but the ground underneath collapsed
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Now look, mic in my hand; |
my goal is sincere
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Today, plain health, when I was little, I always wanted money
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There was great hope
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Done, gone, easy to hide
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He doesn't know today, maybe he was one of us once too
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Dreams are destroyed, trouble passes through the veins to the blood
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And it's enough for the soul
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This hatred, this pleasure is enough for you
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Detergent turns to street and dreams dirty laundry
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Who lends a helping hand, who does it, who approaches?
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No one can take it away, it's our dream, it's supposed to be
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You make the scum look sweet, you are mortal, the world
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King for what, chief for what, trump for what and a banker?
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When you can be a hero like in the movies
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My dreams and I
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two heads one body
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I need to live without being disposed of
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It's time to wake up, get up
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Grab the stars before they all recede
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My dreams and I
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two heads one body
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I need to live without being disposed of
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It's time to wake up, get up
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Grab the stars before they all recede
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My dreams and I
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two heads one body
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For some reason I always want away, my life is a labyrinth
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I used to want to be Superman, what about now?
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Just tell me to live happily, Dogg, is it simple?
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Oxygen acidic (Ey, yo)
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There is pain in every breath, anxiety
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And there is no place here bro, the underground is narrow
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There is probably a bread dish, it snowed at twenty-one.
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Made me lose the match, penalties that I missed
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My dreams and I
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two heads one body
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I had two dreams; |
one is money, one is you
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Even if I wanted to, fuck it, do I have any fuel left?
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Homie look, I have a faulty fuse in my head.
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I dreamed they took me with a coffin
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It turns out that the cotton images that I saw were lied to
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Now here I am the mirrors on the broken wall
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The dream is beautiful, but it is useful to wake up every now and then.
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Peace! |