I don't know what they see when they look at me
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But I do know that I don't live as you imagine
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They see concerts, smiles, applause, tours
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When it's just a small part of my life (They don't see the rest)
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They do not see the hours of digging in a well
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The panic to stop liking, to go to another
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The depressions that I transform into the themes that I present to you
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The loneliness behind the applause and the photos
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I come from a world where everyone wants to succeed
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But no one wants to see the other succeed
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Where they despise the work of others
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And they call luck when they arrive sweating in jets
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I don't know what they see when they look at me
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But I do know that I don't live as you imagine
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Do you know how difficult it is to stay in a relationship
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When you spend a third of the year out there?
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How to calm your jealousy?
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How does an “I love you” sound from another country?
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While you're sleeping because it's six hours less
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How do you compensate for never being there? |
(How?)
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And when you are you spend all day writing
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I don't know what they see when they look at me, but I promise you
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That I work on what I want, but it's not a game
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There are people who depend on what I generate
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And it's people I love (Can you imagine the weight?)
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Find the midpoint
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Between being honest and being correct
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Between keeping a piece or giving yourself a whole
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Between offering what they want or what I want
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I don't know what they see when they look at me, but there is a price
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I've been paying for it for a long time
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They insist on seeing a straight man in me
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And I try, but I twist
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Can you imagine the weight
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everyone wants to succeed
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But no one wants to see the other succeed
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They don't see the others
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I don't know what they see when they look at me
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You who believe that stress is a lie and not
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That's why you look with anger and it's not life
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When I talk to you about rap, I'm talking about love
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When I talk to you about rap, I talk to you about sweat, ah
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You see me up on the stage
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But then you have to go down and assimilate the change
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Being alone with you thinking about putting together another album to feel something
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And stop looking at me like I'm a god
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I work hard to be the one, never the two
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Horror movies, when I think of goodbye
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When I think there will be a day when they won't want to hear my voice, ah
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No one sees what's behind the look
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But everyone will be there to target you if you screw up
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Whatever you do, it's raining daggers in the back
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The sadness that kills me is the one that saves you
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Under a mauve sky I found my calm
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They only see the fame, they forget the soul
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They think I have the world in my palm
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And what I want is to be able to see mine when I'm missing
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When you can no longer hold plans, or tours, or anything
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And coming home seems like a fairy tale
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When you lack the desire and you no longer write
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When you don't write it's because you don't live
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Stop, I tell myself "Stop and breathe, the most positive life
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It is thinking about being happy first, not about being on top»
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When there is no saliva left no matter how much they ask
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But you don't want to be late in case they forget you
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The fear will come, the anguish that brings you down
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When you look at yours and they depend on what you write
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When they envy you and forget about your fight
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And they don't know the weight behind what they hear
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When there is no saliva left no matter how much they ask
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But you don't want to be late in case they forget you
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they will be afraid
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I don't know what they see when they look at me
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They don't know the weight behind what they hear |